Disclaimer: West wing characters are not mine, though you'll have to guess who is who….
the words in parenthesis are from Indigo Girls song. Not mine. Just fit. (in my crazy mind.)
Angst! Also not exactly following reality.
It was quiet.
It spread silently, creeping in those moments, those light touches, laughs, words of ternura, kindness.
It stayed. (Oh you set up your place in my heart…)
No one talked about it, as long as it was quiet.
It could stay. The guardian of secrets wouldn't say anything if there was no proof.
Sometimes it made her cry.
(moved in made my thinking crowded)
Mostly it comforted.
It was constant.
It tugged on her. It pulled on him.
But
They lowered their eyes, argued, ignored it.
It was not invisible.
Cuidado.
Moments grew.
Careful.
Happy, giddy with delight and with it.
Careful!
Trespassers tread lightly around it, poked at it.
Suspicious of it
Are you and…?
They both denied it.
With a broom they danced and gathered it up.
Unwillingly
She put it in her back pocket.
No one could step on her when it was there.
The other stranger could have as many moments of quiet as she wanted.
It was quiet.
He was deaf.
She buried herself outside of herself. Dashed dusted swept.
She could stay safe with her heart if only it stayed away
Crujido, crushed
dusty silence.
Spiderweb, Telariña