across the aisle

Watching them flirt across the aisle
I can't help but wonder how this all started
I'm almost certain it wasn't a conscious decision
It perhaps started from a private joke
A shoulder to lean after a bad day at home
Some brain sex over work matters
A casual brush when they passed each other in the corridor

Today it has evolved
They're sneaking out during a official function to get a private moment
Batting those eyelashes across the boardroom
Intentionally waiting for each other to get on the same ride
He showing her how to play all the new games on his ipad when what he really desires is to lean closer
She, conscious of his proximity repeatedly running her fingers through her normally covered hair
A flirtatious laugh followed by a casual touch of the hands

Oh, that they are not able to take their eyes each other
The excitement of when they will see each other next
The motivation to doll up to attract attention
The dissapointment when he doesn't show
And the lack of drive in each others' absence

Sounds familiar doesn't it
Like that of courting lovers
The thrill of the unknown
The shivers and excitment those initmate touch sends up one's spine

Only
This is not first love
No, it's a scandalous affair
An office romance
An escape from their seemingly dull lives

My heart goes to their spouse
As they slog at work in another building nearby or tend to the house and kids in anticipation of their spouse's return
The spouse who care enough to maintain those healthy boundaries even in the midst of trials
The spouse who walks away from temptation as a sign of commitment
I don't even want to mention the soon to be plight of those endearing children at home
This will rob them of their naiveity and the endless nights of "was it me?"

But what's ultimately Scariest of it all
Is the comprehension of how easily it can happen to you and me
To derail and get lost in it's momentary high
To give up what holds weight
A supposedly lifelong commitment
For better or for worst
These words means little now
In this hedonistic generation
Where immediate gratification triumphs over commitment, loyalty and trust
And realize how, I intentionally left out love

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