One look, dark room, meant just for you. Time moved too fast, you play it back. Buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke. No proof, not much but you saw enough. Small talk, he drives, coffee at midnight, the light reflects the chain on your neck, he says look up and your shoulders brush, no proof, one touch, you felt enough. 

You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out, you are in love, true love. 

Morning, his place, burn toast, sunday, you keep his shirt, he keeps his word and for once you let go of your fears and your ghosts, one step, not much but it said enough. You kiss on sidewalks, you fight and you talk. One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses, then says "You're my best friend", and you knew what it was, he is in love.

You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out, you are in love, true love. 

And so it goes, you two are dancing in a snow globe round and round and he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars and why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words.