One More Creamer

"Her face seemed ancient now. Jaded by the sands of time, standing alone in the desert like Sphinx, she represented what was and now will never be."
"You know, you are quite literate when you try," said the doctor, closing his news paper.
"I have never dared to try my friend, not since then. Not since her."
They both sat down again and beckoned the waitress for a refill.
"This woman you speak of, you knew her well?"
"Well enough to know I'll never really know a woman."
They both laughed while the young waitress poured their coffees.
"One more cream please miss? Thanks."
"Well, I've never heard of anyone being described as monument before. You had to of known her well enough."
"I suppose."
"And what of this new girl I've seen you with? Another monument?
"Perhaps. There has to be more sweat and blood, but yes, she has the framework for something like the Colosseum I guess."
"The Colosseum eh? Well when is the Fall of Rome?"
"Honestly, you probably know better than I do."