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.