my last cup o' coffee

I still remember what it smelled like
the day you were leaving.
The air was filled with scent.
Of fresh flowers, bread and coffee.
Those coffee cups stood on the countertop
full and hot
and they reminded me of us.
Those coffee cups stood on the countertop
unaffected, getting colder
and they reminded me of you.
As I watched you leaving,
I clutched one cup
in despair.
Took a sip, to hold me back from crying.
Such bitter taste on my lips, my tongue
such bitterness in my heart.
this was my last cup of coffee,
my last taste of you.