Silent Epiphany

She sat
Her back turned
Her movements muted.
The line of strength spoke from the curve of her spine.

I watched
Emboldened by the silence
Comforted by anonymity
Should I reach out with my hand?

One touch
A single moment
I would ask no more.
The epiphany kept me silent, kept me still.

She turns
Does she know?
My sleep is feigned
But the need for her to keep looking is real.