He reached for my hands loosely across the bar
like water for sand.
There was a pregnant pause,
then a slight head shake.
"I'm an old man," he whispered,
convincing neither one of us.
He reached for my hands loosely across the bar
like water for sand.
There was a pregnant pause,
then a slight head shake.
"I'm an old man," he whispered,
convincing neither one of us.
© 2020 Leslie Ann Gray