I thrive on the silence that reigns between us.

Space.

Spaces.

A little space…some time, I don’t know how much time, but just give me time.

It is in the silence, the slight nods of heads we accredit each other in public.

“You’good?”

“I’m good,” and we walk past each other, careful not to let our feelings show up in public.

In the moments when we part, you turn and stare until I am prompted to look back and wave. It’s always the wave, a slight movement of the hand, and a smile from you.

Our friends see it. They feel it.

We ignore it.

Space.

Spaces…it’s always in the space in between, where we find each other.