Small moves

They stood locked in the rain, not moving, distant and yet so close. I watched from a lonely corner as one heart cracked and another turn to steel.

She looked up at him, her entire body leaning and yearning to hold him, no movement did she make but you could see the desperation in her. He looked down and away as if something so disgusting had crawled into his shoe, a blank look of disinterest across that cold but handsome face.

Her tiny little hand made the most delicate of glances towards his stoney grip, the result was catastrophic, he stepped backwards repulsed by the very suggestion of contact. I saw her die inside.... The moment of lost love and desertion, one of the saddest things I have seen. Her head dropped, he walked away leaving the crumpled remains of a love that once was.

Little moments, they seem so small..... This morning I watched as a scene so familiar to us all played out in front of me. A cold and windy, sad and lonely sort of start to the day!

It made me want to hug my wife and never let her go!