"Lipstick mark in an empty cup"

The sun hang low.
Its warm rays tickled my nose,
caressed my cheeks and kissed my nape.
I sat in the corner of the coffee shop where i regularly go.
Ahhh Afternoon air.
The smell of caffeine pumped in my veins.
There she is again.
That lovely woman who always sat across my favorite table.
Just another regular.

Sure.
My eyes wandered to the cup in her hands.
Firm but unsteady grip.
Delicate but withered hands.
Life's little irony.
Her sad eyes staring blankly at the rim.
and a single lipstick mark.
It was always like that.
Same single mark. Never smudged.
As if she meticulously placed her lips at the same place every time.
I wondered, could her life be like that?
A simple routine.
Or could it be that she is bound to do the same thing all over again.
A lonely heart trapped, hoping and wishing for her loves returning.

One Faithful afternoon, It could have been the same.
Warm sun, Busy streets, the lovely lady.
The certain sadness I constantly see in her beautiful eyes.
The pair of emerald pools swam in a painful dull tears.
Like a river of eternal suffering finally cut loose.
The same lipstick mark in her cup.
I made my way to where she sat.
But something made me stop.

An elderly man sat beside the lonely lovely woman.
He wrapped her in his arms.
"I am sorry I'm late."

She smiled.
"Finally happiness has arrived."

The lovely pair held each others hand.
I watched them walk towards the setting sun.
Just outside the coffee shop.

I stared at the most wonderful thing I have yet seen for quite a while.
My eyes wandered back to the lady's empty cup.
The same lipstick mark.
But the sight no longer stir loneliness in me but rather contentment.
Envy.
She waited...and he came.
Lipstick mark in an empty cup.
The next time I'll see one, I will be wondering, what could the story behind it be.