...so subtly

That was not a lie
That was not a joke,
That was not a sigh,
That was an envelope…

Times said things unsaid,
They spoke of what you thought,
Because what you spoke
Was not what you said.
There was a difference-
Of…
Unknown things,
Understanding,
Recognizing
And days went scrutinizing…
And time itself was metamorphosing.
Loose ends just remained.
They had their glimpses
In half met eyes,
In broken smiles,
In incomplete handshakes,
And sometimes in smooth frictions
And fractious slips…

That was not a lie;
Not a joke,
Not a sigh,
But… an envelope…