Unclaimed hearts

He stood, turned away.
Across the table,
she gathered her bag,
each motion a soft farewell.

He had nothing to take.
What he treasured most
lay between them—
like a delicate glass
abandoned on the table.

In his eyes, fear flickered—
Would it lay untouched,
Would it shatter
with the her fading steps?

He stared.
He sighed.
The weight of goodbye
too heavy to bear.