We have so many now.
No one knows that we sneek off together when no one is looking.
They don't know it's me you dream about when you lie in bed.
They don't that when you have that dazed look in your eye it's our nights you're seeing.
They don't know how you tell me everything, even before you tell them.
They don't know my middle name is Marie, as they don't know yours is Josephine.
They don't know you helped me trace my mother, only to find she died a week after I was born.
They don't know you still mourn your father, even though it's been a while since his death.
They don't when you were younger you wanted to be a ballerina, or that I wanted to be one to.
They don't know you sing to me when were together, just cause you want to.
Nor do they know how beautiful your voice is like I do.
They don't know the public fighting is for them, a show we must put on to please the masses.
They don't know we've been together for a year now.
They don't know there is a tree in a park with 'S+N=Forever' inscribed in it.
They don't know how we said 'I Love You' for the first time during our first argument as a couple.
Our friends.
So much they don't know, simply because we haven't told them.
These are our secrets.
One day soon we will tell them about us.
Hopefully, they will take it well.
If not, oh well.
We'll still have each other and our secrets
fin.