They didn’t talk

She longed for his touch;

For a reason to hold hands

or brush by his shoulder.


She longed for his companionship;

For the days when they were virtually inseparable.


She longed for confirmation;

For reasons bold and true.


She wouldn’t get them.

After all, they didn’t talk.

The pair moved silently–

always together or facing one another,

but seldom finding words to say.


The two copied each other’s movements,

folding hands in front of the stomach

or clasping arms behind the back.

When she tried to distance herself in class,

she always found herself back where she started.


She couldn’t escape him.

And she didn’t want to.


She lived for the days

that she got to see him.

Found disappointment

when they didn’t interact.

Found happiness when they

were together.


She avoided his gaze at all costs.

Sometimes, she felt like his eyes were boring down,

into her soul.

When she looked up,

she met his eyes with a jolt.

And quickly looked away.

She wondered if he felt anything,

or if she was just being delusional.


Her friends traded laughs and funny faces

while she sat in the corner,


Eventually, he would join her on the bench.

Her shoulders would tense up as she sucked in a breath.

She wondered if anyone else could tell how terribly

uncomfortable she was.


They danced well together,

or so the teacher said.

She liked to go last

and so did he.

It wasn’t weird that they always danced together.

Was it?


The two never spoke.

Silent companions, some would call them.

She wondered if his nights were as tormented as hers were;

full of passionate longing and

stolen smiles.


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