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After  a busy office hour, exhausting busyness.

all that I want is a cup of coffee....and a cup of black coffee is the perfect companion..

There is a small and cozy coffee shop near my office, my delightful secret place....only 10 minutes walking from here. In this small and cozy place, I can enjoy the best coffee served in the best way

I come into the coffee shop, and walk to my favorite table, under the obsolete poster which contain a line of poet, near the window, facing the street...perfecto!!

I love this small place, for a melancholic person like me this place save a lot of memories, the place not changed too much, the chairs and the tables looks darker, walls and posters looks more dull, and the poster contain a verse of poet still mounted on the wall above my favorite table.

a cup of coffee served.....

Bitter memories flashed..

The memories of a girl with beautiful eyes and the last time we were here, the time cannot be forgotten.

"I want to forget you," the girl said

She closed the conversation and left me,  clockwise as immovable

There was only me with a half cup of coffee, and the coffee turned into a bitter taste ever, I was feeling so empty.

crowded road outside, people was passed away, sound of the horn, but I felt so quiet inside the shop.

I turned on cigarette, inhaled slowly while sipped my coffee.

the ringing phone interrupted my reverie, disenchant me into reality.

Sky is dark and empty when I come out of the shop, but the emptiness in my heart is exceeding...

Maybe tomorrow or the day after I will come again here, to feel the bitter memory..again and again until I cant feel it anymore...

To forget you is the hardest part, but I believe the time will heal the wounds.