Cold coffee

Here I am again , sipping my cold coffee as the bitter sweet taste invades my tastebuds. 
I don’t even like coffee . In fact I despise it . 
The smell knocks me sick ,
The taste is unbearable ,
The colour of death,
Like you .
You left . 
And now instead of spending my Saturday nights with you watching the flickering flames of the fire while drinking hot chocolate . 
I am here drinking cold coffee in this isolated room replaying every single memory , every single moment we spent together . 
Torturing myself . 
I don’t even like coffee . In fact I despise it . 
The smell knocks me sick. 
The taste unbeatable. 
The colour of death . 
Like you .