I noticed it first in the pauses. How her hand lingered on your arm Half a breath too long, How your smile shifted— Softened— Like a door left ajar. Tina. Your best friend. The woman who knew your coffee order, Your childhood fears, The shape of your laughter When it slipped loose. I stood between you once, Felt the heat of something unspoken Move around me, Like static before a storm. Desire doesn’t shout— It hums. You s...