He walks down the hall,
still chilled from the biting wind outside,
black briefcase heavy in his hand.
He stops by a door which stands ajar,
letting the warm lamplight fall
across the floor.
He pauses, a tall black shadow, in the doorway.
The girl – when did she get so tall? –
looks up from the book she is reading.
An exchange of smiles,
eye-sparkles behind glasses.
As he goes to his room to change
out of his business suit,
a silent I love you lingers behind.