Secrets

Illustration by Wendy Cohen

I look over at her

And I wish she would be mine

That I could have her long after school

 

But I know she will never love me

Never see me the way I do her

She will never understand the love I have for her

 

My parents won’t know her

And they will never meet her

She is a secret to everyone but me

 

She is a whisper in the night

That leaves my lips

Cutting through the air into imaginary ears

 

She is a torn page in a diary

Every crumpled word

Hidden between a bed post and a wall

 

She is the writing on the wall

That reads two letters in a heart

Crossed with an arrow

 

She is a boy

 

And yet

 

He is still a whisper

A torn page

A heart with two letters

 

He is still the one that will never know

That he is

My secret

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