I suddenly saw him.
His fine angular profile,
Blonde hair just catching the light,
Framed in the doorway.
My breath held, life stopped,
There was only him.
He turned,
Looked.
Breathe out...
Past me.
Confusion.
Good yes,
No, bad.
He turned again.
He must see me,
This time.
Heads shake in unison,
We are one.
He stares ahead.
I stare, drink of him.
I want to touch,
Him.
To say...
I watch that familiar lollop.
Hands in pockets
Shoulders slumped,
Mirroring the archway.
I used to know all his thoughts.
I laugh.
I do now, this moment.
He turns.
OK, I motion,
Thumbs up, twirl hand.
He turns back
A shrug, a shaking head,
An eye roll,
Probably.
Click,
Done.
I smile.
I think...
I love you.
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