I met the lover
you replaced me with
at our favorite cafe.
do you remember it?
the one where you claimed
I was your only?

Did you know
she takes her coffee
with sugar,
heavy on the cream?
Just like you.
It seems you were
made for each other.

She's lovely enough,
I suppose.
If you like that sort of thing.
A beautiful, surprised laugh,
especially when I told her
I prefer my coffee black.
I didn't tell her that
the bitterness tastes like
my memories of you.