it was december.
his heart was cold,
he was off to work
when his heart was sold

to a girl made of spring,
flowers blooming on her skin,
face made of smiles and laughters.
she took him to the places he's never been

it was april.
when they exchanged their first 'hey'
they were in a small coffee shop
on a random Monday

they met daily from that day on.
it was a beginning to something new,
for he found sweetness
even in his bitter coffee brew

it was october.
when she stopped coming.
he was heartbroken,
and questioned if it was his doing

what happened?
did I say something wrong?
was all he could think of
or was he just a stranger all along?

it was december.
when he was in a café trying not to think of her,
but then a waiter arrived,
"a lady left something for you, sir"

he handed him a used coffee mug
that had writings on its surface.
"I wish we could be more than friends,
but we have to entangle this lace."

he wasn't sad as you'd expect,
because his heart was turning cold
but, this time
he had a warm memory to hold.