One Moment
It meant nothing
She was the first to look away
Officious, distant, dismissive even
But ever the professional
Blurring the corner of truth he had seen.
Damn him.
His eyes followed her.
He’d seen a thing he knew in her.
She kept that distance
Even as it pulled at her
Even as it made her shake
And sing inside
Calling on a half forgotten dream
Remembered in his smile.
One more moment
It meant nothing
She was the first to look away
In refusal, denial, defiance even
Yet ever the professional
Blurring the memory of truth he’d touched.
Damn him.
His eyes
The same as hers.
He’d seen it.
