She traces a pattern in the conversation,
Troubling each nuance’s intricacies.
There is always a way into the labyrinth,
Some key cut in what they say,
A phrase coalesced into a symbol
Through which meaning can be extracted.
Perhaps the way he leaned into her door
When he said those things to her today:
So innocuous, casual in their importance,
As if anything accidental can be so simple.
Did he only mean what he said that time
Or was there more? Or perhaps is there
More resonance in her interpretation
Than can be read upon this page?