She sipped her drink,
eyes darting around the room,
like she was looking for something
she didn’t want to find.
I sat next to her,
close enough to hear her breathing,
close enough to feel the silence
where her words should’ve been.
When her hand brushed mine,
she didn’t pull away,
not right away,
but then she laughed too loudly,
like it never happened.
I let her have the lie.
Being in love with someone
who’s too afraid to
love you back.