Coffee

She looks around the cafe like a lost lamb trying to find a hint of familiarity.
"She sat on that table near the window" the waitress softly tells her. Rose gave her a half smile and sat on the same spot. She stared at the cup of coffee thats no longer warm and the half eaten cheesecake. "She took my favorite flavour"

She drinks the now cold coffee with fondess as If it is freshly brewed

The longingness consuming her heart.
Yet she would rather be consumed by this feeling than forgetting her lover.