When you arrived your voice was hoarse.
You sat quite far away from me at the table but that’s only because you were the last to get there.
I wanted to get closer to you somehow.
I did.
I liked it when your body was close to mine.
I liked those moments when we both lingered a bit longer than we should have at the back of the group.
And then there, when our bodies moved closer together.
Just an arm brushing an arm,
a leg resting next to another leg.
When we said bye your eyes didn’t leave mine.
We were both smiling.
Long lingering looks.
I should have asked to walk you home.
Who knows what would have happened if I did.
That hoarse voice.
Those lovely eyes.
Those arms touching and hands dangling,
so close.
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