I walked past the street
Recalling the memories
Of us being discreet
Of our relationship
We were a secret
Not wanting others to know
Not wanting to be definite
Of our relationship
They giggled softly
Among them so exclusively
Letting all to be sure
Of their relationship
Witnessing it all quietly
While deep inside me
It was all breaking
[Because] of our relationship
YOU ARE READING
Us
PoetrySomething I hope will help others (especially Carlotta). Things may not meant to be. Let it go, write it down, say it out and you will feel much better.
