You were my coffee— the warmth that stirred soul awake steady comfort in hands before weight of day began. Your love was bold sometimes bitter yet always rich a flavor I could never quite forget. We two sugars melting together spoons stirring same cup believing our sweetness would last mornings taste us. But time cooled what once burned bright. The steam faded dissolved and silence filled spaces where laughter used to pour. Now coffee grows cold morning no rising kiss face greet me with your smile. Yet still remember— presence like curling air voice first sip sunrise lingered even when gone. So here sit wrapped around an empty learning love coffee is not meant last forever hot— but be savored by sip while it here.