His lips quivered as tears moistened his eyes. But maybe that was just my imagination.
No, I could have sworn I saw his lower lip quivering. And no mistaking, I heard his voice cracking just a bit.
It was all there: the suppression of grief, the futile effort to hold the emotions in check, the chin lowered to the chest. It was all exposed.
His mournful tale has been told by others for eons: the friend who disappointed, a relationship destroyed, the future uncertain.