We hug like friends.
They think we are.
We hide our secret.
They know nothing.
Haven’t seen you today.
Others think it’s months.
Will see you tonight,
And continue our farce.
Want to love you.
Must hide my feelings.
Told “only in private.”
I want it public.
Pretend to be friends
When we are lovers.
Told they can’t know
That I love you.
April 17, 2003