He sits beside me, in that same worn chair,
And when our eyes meet, a silent spark ignites.
A flicker, brief, then quickly disappears,
Replaced by careful glances, shy and slight.

We talk of trivial things, the passing day,
The weather's whims, the latest news we've heard.
Yet underneath, a current softly plays,
A subtle hum, a barely whispered word.

Our hands brush lightly, accidents, we claim,
Though in that touch, a deeper meaning lies.
A secret language spoken without name,
Revealed in stolen glances, shy, wise eyes.

We laugh together, easy, light, and free,
But underneath, a gravity takes hold.
A silent promise, hanging silently,
A story yet unspoken, brave and bold.

We deny the feeling, push it far away,
Fearful of the truth that lies between.
But in our eyes, the answer we betray,
A love confessed, though never openly seen.