The sound a heart makes when it breaks

It was raining and cold
the window of the café
was misted with our breath.
She looked so sad almost forlorn.
Its weekend mornings she said
they are so empty without him.
then when I go to bed
I miss him so much
the house is silent and
he always was
noisy and laughing .
I saw a tear forming
in her eyes.
dabbing it with a napkin.
she turned her head
to avoid my glance
as her coffee cup
trembled in her hand.
I sat listening to her
in silence intent
on every word she spoke.
I had never heard a heart
breaking before.
except perhaps my own.