you leaned over
your sleeve brushing mine.
the lanyard hung from your neck,
your shirt a little too neat.
mine untucked;
a little too messy.
red ink
trailing
from your pen
to my paper,
marking it carefully.
it shifted
so i pressed my hand down,
close to yours,
close enough.
you kept writing.
i kept still.
we said nothing.
but the silence
felt full,
closer than touch.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
you leaned over
your sleeve brushing mine.
the lanyard hung from your neck,
your shirt a little too neat.
mine untucked;
a little too messy.
red ink
trailing
from your pen
to my paper,
marking it carefully.
it shifted
so i pressed my hand down,
close to yours,
close enough.
you kept writing.
i kept still.
we said nothing.
but the silence
felt full,
closer than touch.