Affair

At a glance you think nothing.
But that's how it started... At a glance.

A glanced her way, she saw me and smiled. I smile as I turned away.
Even as I talked with someone else I could hear her laugh. The joke wasn't even that funny.
I glanced again.
She wanted me to; she's been waiting for me to.
Now little time is passed and it glanced turns to brushing of hands as we talk. Smiling joking and laughing like fools... Fools that's laughable I was the only fool.
I hear her real laugh it's pure and sweet and uncontrolled.
I see her smile out of the corner of my eye when she thinks I'm not paying attention. That knowing smiled one that says she has the world.
Talking and touching becomes "coffee". Just once or twice a week.
Everyone wants some of the time as I tell them catch up later.
I don't tell her that though. I wait with bated breath waiting for her calls.
Coffee and calls turns to dinner and drinks... I worry I stress thinking what to wear what to say.
Dinner and drinks we tried for kisses and the night. Only in the night... Kisses and hot breath are great for a time.
Then it happens... Not all at once you see, but slowly.
It starts with a glance... A glance at someone else. She walks away to say hi, she stays a time.
I think nothing of it,
not wanting to allow myself to believe in the insecurities.
More and more glances at others the way she wants glanced at me. Still I brush it away refuse to think and refuse to see what happened to her and to me.
She no longer smiles or laughs with me the way she once did. She pulls away if I'm near. Too busy for coffee.
Calls become texts. Dinners...ha... Become leftovers. Drinks become lonely things. Kisses become handshakes and nods. No more kisses at night,
only handshakes in daylight.

My love becomes something I hate.
I smile so that at a glance you think nothing is wrong.
But only at a glance.