Poetic dialogue

There they sat, not talking, at a table for two,
A romantic setting, for a romance that was through.
She shed a tear, and he looked away,
Not knowing exactly what else to say.
Her hand reached for his, he moved it from the table,
She might be crying, but he was hardly stable.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at the floor,
“I just… this isn’t what I want anymore.”
A single teardrop glistening down her cheek,
She had always thought that their future was bleak,
But despite all the arguments, occasional tears,
She thought she might have him for a couple more years.
“There’s nothing that I can do to change your mind?”
She questioned, her voice distraught but still kind,
At the risk of giving more cause to cry,
He uttered, refusing to meet her teardrop eyes,
“There’s someone else. There has been for a while.”
And surprisingly, this was met with a smile.
It seemed like news that should cause her to grieve,
But instead, she bravely stood up to leave,
He was dumbstruck, didn’t realise she was quite so strong.
Then she leaned in and whispered, “I knew all along.”