I liked the way he looked at me
Like I was the only thing he could see
or that was worth looking at.
I liked the smile he made for me
A tailored face, specifically
to tell me what he couldn't say.
I liked the things that went unsaid
The message in the nod, the tilt of his head,
the eye contact held too long.
I liked his arms, skin brushing skin
A small communication in
that neither of us moved away.
I liked the way he was straight of speech
He was to the point, except in each
and every time I was close to him.
I liked his tendency to apologise
For crossing the invisible lines
we knew we shouldn't be breaching.
But while the implicitness was then a thrill
I wonder now if we could still
Be sharing each other today.
The timid sweetness that defined our endeavour
While sweet then, now means that more time together
is a wishful and futile thought.
And now, for every unspoken word
The voice in my head is louder heard
with the wonder of whether it ever happened.
Our memory more distant, day by day by day