In the beginning, we only exchanged glances.
So much knowledge was gained from simple looks,
for we were determined to absorb every detail.
I knew your favourite shade of lipstick
because of how often I melted,
when I saw you bite your bottom lip.
You knew the name of every book I'd read
over the course of two months--
in hopes of judging me by their covers.
So many things were discovered
with only mere glances over the shoulder,
to smiles across the room;
never truly interacting.
In a way, it became a game,
a puzzle of sorts.
Our closeted curiosity was our solace,
our silence was our communication.
