It was the working late,

hours in that office together

the comfortableness;

the small talk

and the glancing looks.

You held my arm

to trace along the blackboard

the picture of the stick-people

we drew in the crowd.

So close.

You began to trace

two stick people

one kneeling

and the bubble over his head

said,

'I love you.'

I said:

'What are you doing? '

You said: 'Don't talk to me

say it with the stick people.'

I drew my stick lady with a bubble

saying,

'Are you talking to me? '

You drew and bubbled:

'Must be, you the only

beautiful stick-lady in this drawing.'

'Humm, ' I said,

"need a little more than that.

Who's talking; stick-man or you? "

"Oh if you must know

stick-man is my wing-man

It is you

I love."

I bubbled back

my stick-lady saying

'xxxx

hearts and kisses'

The next day in the conference room

on that blackboard

were two stick-people

arms wrapped around each other

kissing;

bubbling exclamations.