It starts simply enough,
With a wayward thought
A sub-conscious awareness
Which slowly comes up a lot.
A second turns to a minute,
Pauses stretch into poignant silences
As you question the smallest signs
Wanting while dreading the subtle differences.
You notice the casual touch
And imagine it to be more
Till in your head it is a caress
With a promise of more in store.
The words too take newer meanings,
And where you once spoke without caution,
You take care to read into every low and high
Because now, something is set into motion.
The light has shifted,
You see the signs, you hear the chime of bells-
It is the friend's greatest folly,
Of concern growing into something else.