It’s in the subtle spark as you look at me,
the shadow of a grin,
unsure, nervous, hopeful.
When the group hugs goodbye,
and ours lasts just a fraction longer than everyone else’s.
Standing closer each day, unspoken,
but unable to go unnoticed
by either of us.
It’s in the reach of my hand
and the answering touch of yours.
It’s there when our fingers lock together.
Solid, at last.