Her wineglass empty, I apologize,
then see that his is almost empty too.
Their eyes meet for a moment, then look up
evasively. I wonder if it's true.
More likely they were simply catching up,
relating little stories, just as friends.
I try to ease into their comfort zone,
but chatter pointlessly of odds and ends.
We raise our glasses and pronounce a toast,
our glasses clink, my smile seems real, but I
begin to see that she whom I so love
is moving on. I drink to hide my sigh.