you, me, and love

/secrets

I miss staying in that corner- listening to music and touching your neck,
pulling you closer, and giving a peck.

I miss the movement of both your hands- making its way up,
thighs to stomach, stopping abrupt.

I miss the fear we felt- the footsteps of the people and voices we hear,
not wanting them to see us near.

I miss wondering about crazy things- was I your dirty little secret
or someone you really needed?

I miss wanting to believe- that your words were true.
Do you want me? Because I want you.