Shelved, the teapot slowly gathers dust.
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Vernacularisms 
Nice use of end focus 🙂
Thanks!
Stale, brewed scent of friendship lost
6 word reply! Thanks Mike.
Yes, Jason, I think both you and Mike got it down to a tea!
(;-)
Here’s a suggestion for setting it to music:
Just walk away, Renee,
You won’t see me follow you back home.
The empty teapot on my shelf is starting to go stale,
It’s not the same
Lovely lyrics Peter, I think that could work rightly.
I presume (but maybe I shouldn’t presume) you know the original song (by the Four Tops) that I adapted?:
Just walk away, Renee
And when I see the sign that points one way
The lot we used to pass by every day
Just walk away, Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame
etc.
Poignant.
Thanks!
Bag in a cup not the same.
Egg in a cup (a Belfast delicacy) is great, though! (;-)
Bags in a cup. Not the same.
That’s almost a six-word story 🙂