A peek
Just a peek here and there.
Stolen glances,
And a sideways look,
But then their eyes met.
It was an accident.

A smile
Just a smile with sparkling eyes,
But then a secret joke
Growing into conversation.

A touch,
Just the fingertips
And then a muttered apology,
But he knew he was going to touch her hand
Before he did.
A touch over a copy machine jam,
A borrowed pen,
A dropped sticky note
A knee to a knee in a meeting,
Each feigning no notice.

A kiss
A long-awaited kiss
In a random elevator
When someone walked in who didn’t belong,
And feigned no notice
Of their swollen lips
And pounding hearts.

They muttered an apology,
Silently laughing at their new secret joke,
And trying to hide their smiles.
Before they left,
One last stolen glance
Behind the back of the person
Whose nickname would forever become
“The Divider.”

“The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter. ’tis the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.”

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