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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