FFF: How Different

I bring the coffees to the table, settle into the comfy chair. “How was your day?” I ask, and I’m genuinely interested.You tell me about this, that, and nothing in particular. “And yours?”
I smile bravely, and carefully skirt around the question.
While we chat, the clock speeds up. The cafe is closing, we must go our separate ways.
Outside, a kiss on the cheek, a tiny wave. As I watch you run for the bus, I cannot help but wonder. How different things might have been if we’d got on this well while we were still married.