Bittersweet Brew

In the quiet of the morning's hush, A steaming cup of memories I clutch, The aroma rises, warm and true, Yet bitter echoes of love anew. Once we laughed, with hearts so free, Now shadows dance where you used to be, This coffee stirs a faded scene, Where joy and sorrow meet in between. Each sip I take, the past flows near, Your laughter's echo, your whispered cheer, But now it's just the cup and me, And all that's left of what used to be. I try to find my strength, to stand, But every drop slips through my hand, A bittersweet embrace, it seems, This brew of love and broken dreams. So here I sit, alone and still, With only time and tears to fill, This cup, this heart, so full of pain, Yet hoping one day to feel again. I'll finish this cup, though it hurts so deep, And with each sip, your memory I'll keep, But as the steam begins to fade, I'll find the strength to face the shade. For love, though lost, still leaves a trace, In every sip, in every place, And though you're gone, I will endure, With every cup, I'll find the cure.