All of these years,
I had the distinct feeling
That each lover of yours
That filled
temporary homes in your heart,
Never knew.
They never knew about me,
Our history--past,
Stolen kisses when we were no one elses'.
They didn't know about our friendship,
The close ties, the way we knew one another,
As we got older.
They knew none of that.
I am sure as well, that aside from those shared or met,
None of your other friends really knew either.
What were you scared of?
Was it a lie that you didn't care about what others thought?
The only conclusion I can claim is that perhaps
Our connection, the love, the camaraderie--
It would ruin your street cred.
Foolish man, we're no longer teenagers.
I was your secret.
You were never mine.
