More Than Words

The moment when the world crystalized, clarified, revealed itself in that singular look you gave me when I reached across the table and touched your cup of coffee, picking it up and bringing it close, not to taste it, but to take in the aroma, and you let me know, in no uncertain terms, that a line was crossed, a liberty taken, a presumption of relationship that did not exist in your heart no matter how alive it may beat in my own; that moment, that look, said more than all the words I know, even those words with much power: I love you, please forgive me, and goodbye.