Between Deadlines

It all started with a project, Though it wasn’t really mine to begin. I thought I’d play a minor part, Yet there I was, roped in—entangled within. One task led to a series, Replaceable once, but now I belonged. Amidst PDFs and endless links, Glances exchanged, where silence thronged. A minor edit became an excuse for a brief call, The urge to connect sparked those random reach-outs after all. Pixel by pixel and frame by frame, the project neared its close, Yet beyond the drafts, nothing deeper arose. I didn’t expect an answer, but perhaps I sought to know— Working together made me wonder if something more could grow. After 96 pages, we lingered, waiting for something to unfold. It’s probably nothing—just familiarity, this to myself I told. After all, it’s easy to confuse closeness with something profound, or perhaps it’s just me, seeking meaning where risks abound. Yet the eyes whispered a different tale, hinting at a devilish affair, Meeting in secrecy, amidst a crowded room, unaware.