Just a rough draft..

There was a day when she sat
in the cafe looking
for hope in the dictionary.
For happiness in Bartlett's Quotations.
The pot drip,
drip,
dripping.

How she spent hours sipping coffee,
the sweetness relishing on her tongue
like that of a desire,
despite the scalding temperature.
If it hurts you, just breathe in
When it pains you, just believe in

Hope, which found her two weeks later.
Not in the power of words or
the taste of her coffee
but in the smile that makes everything disappear
when it breaks only for her.
And everything that hurts will be whole again

In the time it takes to brew.