Window seat, corner left
Where you’d laugh and steal my breath
Two cups now, but only one gets cold
Guess that’s how these stories unfold
Your name still lingers in the foam
A ghost beside me while I’m alone
It’s a cafe for one, but I still see you
In every sip, in every view
The quiet’s loud, the music low
And time just moves too slow
You’re not here, but somehow stay
In half-full cups and yesterday
It’s a cafe for one
But it still feels like two
The barista knows, but doesn’t ask
Just gives a nod and lets it pass
We were once the noon-time light
Now I fade into the night
Your laugh once danced off every wall
Now silence echoes when I call
It’s a cafe for one, but I still feel you
In every stir, in shades of blue
The chair across, the sugar spoon
They hold you like a fading tune
You’re not here, but still remain
In morning light and windowpane
It’s a cafe for one
And it’s never the same
I could sit here every day
And still not sip the pain away
This place was ours — now it’s just mine
But I keep your seat, just out of line
It’s a cafe for one, but love still lingers
In cold cups and ghostly fingers
I pay for two, though one has gone
Because some hearts still carry on
It’s a cafe for one
But not really alone