He would kiss her hair

a light touch in passing

affirmation of his affection

almost imperceptible to the world

Yet physical and true.

He would seek her out

throughout the day

stop to chat

smile and casually  – almost carelessly – touch.

She liked that.

They would laugh

and tease

finding ways to be alone

to stand too close

able to ignore those waiting at home.

She dreamed of him

too many nights

too much feeling

too many lies

Too much unspoken in glacier blue eyes.

Once they kissed.

Only once.

Simply too much.

He whispered words of love.

Held her tight.

Just for one night.

He used to kiss her hair. (Images courtesy Google images)


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