The wind howled.
I stirred my coffee and stared at it.
A solemn white line forms behind the spoon as it moves.
It reminded me of you.
In that pool of brown, you were that white line that followed me.
And as the warmth slowly loses to the surrounding, it was just like how things were between you and me.
It wasn't intentional, like how coffee burnt your tongue unintentionally.
It wasn't on purpose, I had to emphasise yet again.
But, there after the burnt leaves a scar, a mark, a pain to remember.
That's when the word 'Sorry' gets overused and is practically useless.

They say, Time Forgets.
I say, they are liars.
It was perhaps delusional of me to start the journey first.
Thinking of positive thoughts, happy dreams and fairytale endings.
If I hadn't, nothing would have hurt now.
As they always say, Expectations comes disappointment.
I have yet to prove that wrong.

Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time, maybe it'll be better.
Who am I kidding?
It may still be the same.
I wonder, all the time, what went wrong.
It settles to: I'm not strong enough for you.
Right now, I don't even have the courage to pick up my phone to talk to you.
That's right, I'm a coward.

I stared out the window, it was already raining.
It has always been raining thoughts of you.
I stirred my coffee again and wrapped my hands around the cup.
It fits so perfectly.
A perfection desired by many, yet always far from getting it.

I took a pen and started to doodle.
The only word that came to my mind, were "Sorry".
I drew a leaf, with a single raindrop dripping down from its edge.
A tear from heavens.
I'm sorry.
If only I was stronger.

I took a sip, and let the warm drink warm my cold aching heart.
I fluttered my eyes shut and pictured you in my mind.
I used to see you smiling.
Now, its just someone upset and crying. .
My heart is shredded into pieces..

I'm sorry.
One day, I'll be strong enough to face you.
And tell you, "I'm sorry"

And maybe, one day, our conversations will be just like before, and without "Sorry".

I left the cafe, and a single napkin on the table.
It was a drawing of you, and the words, "I'm Sorry"