Under the cover,
of a crowded room
his hand seeks hers.
His fragile touch
tells her of his
loneliness.
Her breath catches,
there are too many
words she can not express.
His thumb maps her
life line, a promise,
searing her flesh.
Laughter fills the
bubble of life
around them.
They breathe each
others space, close
to bolting for
freedom.
He clasps her hand in his,
lips moving
a whisper, ‘I miss you.’
He moves away
unhurried, a ghost mingling
with the
Caught in the headlights
of a new conversation.
She swallows the pain
of her aching heart,
feeling his touch,
caressing still.
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