Friends share secrets
I am your secret.

I had thought we were lovers, best friends
Turns out you’re just a guy collecting secrets

So on this Memorial Day let us take leave
of pretense, of the notion of public versus private monikers
Let’s let that cat slip straight out of the bag

I am not a secret
Or to be accurate, I am now your ex-secret

Please leave the key to my heart on the counter
Then leave me as gently and as tenderly
as I had imagined your love for me.