u/justaloverboo

You take the longer route home

without mentioning it.

I write poems in the dark

without sending them.

You order a drink you don't like

so I have something I do.

I dedicate symphonies to you

in a language you'll never hear.

You glance across the room

when you think no one notices.

I notice everything

and say nothing.

Two people

building something

out of small gestures

and careful silences,

neither of us

quite ready

to hand the other

the first word.

But the distance between us

keeps getting

quietly,

deliberately

shorter.