She touches him softly.

Her hands note the worn leather,

smooth cheek, fine brow, straight nose, and soft lips—

kindness and warmth and a connection.



He stands and lets the cool fingers draw his features.

They move slowly, lingering, leaving him uncomfortable,

awkward—an interloper.



He looks on—to the side.

His heart suffocates trying to swallow his tears

as he watches her battle her tears,

as he watches her fingers remember someone else's face.