My Secret

My secret is you

The secret I hide from the world

That I often hide from  myself

The secret that I miss you.

That I long for the warmth your presence used to bring.

And then I remember.

I remember when flowers were too much to ask.

I remember when all I needed was a voice to fill the silent night

And you were missing.

I remember when you were in Vegas during my surgery.

I remember when love was all I needed and you would not give.

And then I hate myself for missing you.

For wanting you

For loving you

For needing you

And this is my secret.


About Valerie Christine

I have been writing since I was 13 and was published for the first time at the age of 14. Writing has always been a place to share, to be, to feel with no interruptions. No rules. No judgment. Every piece is like a photograph, a moment in time that only truly exists for that moment because there will never be another moment exactly like it. See, every moment is unique with many variables making it set apart from the next and the next. And so with words, as with pictures, we capture these moments. Like capturing a tear or a laugh or a snowflake. Because truly the only variable is change. And so in words I seek to capture and remember what inevitably shifts and changes. View all posts by Valerie Christine

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