A secret slips out invades our silence
Spreading its tendrils to test the ground
Soft and unstable under new born creepers
Then finding its roots it grows steadily,
Beginning to bloom.
I look at you surprised as you turn away
But something draws you back.
Our eyes meet.
And in a second I see the hurt hidden in humour
The smile that buries all that you feel.
In that second I touch you
Fingertips to cloth and your smile slips back.
I tell you to call me and you say you will
Though we both know you won't
But it doesn't matter.
One touch was enough.