The morning is cold.

My heart left empty, 

yet still full of love, 

so full of love for you.

I sit here now alone,

with my heart in pain,

yet so full of love for you.

My fingers tremble and wrap

the only thing I feel,

this cold cup of coffee,

and a heart full of pain.

Like the love we had,

once so warm and steamy,

It too has now grown cold. 

The only thing left for me

is my lonely heart,

this cold cup of coffee,

and my memory of you.

My darling,

I'll always be here.

I'll be here for you,

at our corner table,

at this lonesome cafe,

desperately clutching,

this cold cup of coffee,

with my heart in pain.

I'll be here remembering,

hoping someday you'll return,

always loving you.