Now when it’s all over and I wake up alone I go to fetch some coffee as usual, at six I don’t like it, it tastes different today Should I call and ask you how many spoons of sugar you used to mix? I can’t right? Because I am made to know that you are gone? So I get ready to go to work, but I don’t see any car outside You taught me that taxis were not for us And now who is going to give me a ride? I somehow reach office on foot You as a habit are stronger than I thought But now how do I concentrate on work When there is no coffee packed in my coffee pot? So I fetch some of it from the canteen It tastes bitter; I guess it was made to exactly match my mood I leave it on the table and forget about it What had to be done with your memories, I guess I understood. I pack my bag, the empty flask Then walk myself to the now-empty place I wonder if I was in love with you Or it’s your coffee that I can’t replace? I thought we would last longer Longer as in till the Sun ran out of its light We still had to finish that list, remember? The one which we started that night? It looks quite simple as I write about it But it’s actually very hard to go through I am planning to cut the coffee tonight Like beans on the ground, all my parts you have strewed. So I am planning to brew some coffee while asleep I wonder if I have still got that fire burning in my heart If not me, it will definitely know my taste If not it, who will join back my parts? So when I wake up tomorrow, as usual by six I will know the proportions by heart Though now I have decided to reach office on foot, it’s good for health! Few people and habits just leave you smart!