I feel his hand
grip mine slowly, deliberately
beneath the table, out of sight.
People milling around us
not talking about computers (for once).
I smile, continue talking
flirting a bit even
But just that small sign
of attraction brings a change
a loss of loneliness
diminishing my craving for
human contact.
I wonder if he's drunk and will remember
but only for a second
I don't really care
I don't second guess.. wondering
if he's "right" for me
instead i just feel
not reason not worry
nor even cling to the moment

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