sunday scribblings prompt
he reached across the table and gently touched her cheek with his open palm.
he stood to leave, she quickly glanced down at her half empty glass,
a lone tear wetting the corner of her eye.
he hesitated behind her.
she hoped he would speak.
anything at all.
something to make it worthwhile.
he sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.
he was now a stranger to her after all.