The Coffee Cup on the table

There it lay, the coffee cup on the table.
Hours before brimming with the froth of excitement, now left with a residue of melancholy.
It was witness to a conversation filled with love,filled with anxiety,filled with innocent insecurities but now had nobody around to share it with.
It was once very warm but now ice-cold ,its warmth fading away as the day got older.
As it lay there on the table,it was just a cup now ,unnoticed after the coffee consumed .


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