Cold coffee, two cups,a Broken… (Ekaterina Rubtsova )

Cold coffee, two cups,a Broken heart in the vase with ice, “Everything will be fine – I whispered to mom,And I used to believe her in everything So there’s no coffee, only two cups of whiskey, the Second is empty, all drunk long ago “All is well” — long ago mom said it Remains to clarify only “one?