Ashes

I watched them for a long time.  There was a chasm between them even though they were just feet apart. 
They sat in silence, staring at each other. Their posture made them remarkable. She sat perfectly straight and still, hands flat on the table, feet flat on the ground. Her coffee cup before her untouched. 
He was postured in much the same way save for one leg crossed and one foot tapping like he wanted to leave his flesh suit behind. 
They never spoke. Perhaps everything had been said. This silence seemed to reach around them and flow to infinity. 
Finally, she moved. She grabbed her bag and walked out the door in one motion. His eyes never moved; he remained locked on the chair as if she were still seated there. Then, he broke. 
His shoulders began to shake, his hands reached to hide his face but his tears could not be contained; they spilled onto the table and ran down his arms. 
Now, he was alone.