Passing by Coffee Club @ Holland V

Looking through the full length glass windows,
Those empty seats in our favourite haunt.
Reminded of those yonder days,
Of times we spent at this Coffee Club.
Moments of laughter, chatter and banter,
Those late nights spent over a cuppa or two,
Having meetings over muddy mudpies.
Always there after alumni meetings,
Drinking passion teas with vanilla ice cream,
Tiramisu lattes till wee hours of morn.
Those seemingly carefree days (or so I thought),
Has since translated to us parting our ways (of sorts).
How time has changed everything we knew,
Those seats we used to warm now cold and hard,
Muddy mudpie sits prettily on display,
Beckoning us to come and share it,
Over coffee, tea or just plain water.
Will those days return?