Bitter Coffee

I looked outside the opposite street. There I saw you.  Laughing…  Was she the better of me? I saw the eyes that once looked at me. I didn't recognize it. Both of you walked passed,  till you disappeared I looked at the coffee on my table. There was once a beautiful flower above, But, in order to taste good, The flower needs to disappear. Was our love the same? Do I need to disappear, To make it better? I stirred the coffee slowly, When I tasted it, It was bitter. I laughed. Indeed it was better this way.