Conspiratorial
but this morning, as she turned away
to leave, to keep a promise she had made,
she glanced back at him, and flashed what to him
was a reassuring, if conspiratorial, hint of a smile
in her eyes..
that, too, was a promise and secretly
he rejoiced, for it might still be that though
he did hesitate, in time, his love or infatuation,
as she had laughingly insisted, may not yet be too late,
if only it could wait.
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