You never brought me home,
kept me in shadows, alone,
where whispers stayed between us two,
a secret you were scared to show.
You spoke of love, I felt its trace,
but shame wore heavy on your face.
I lingered like a ghost at night,
too bright for rooms you kept from sight.
In crowded spaces, I’d pretend
to be a stranger, not a friend.
The silence grew, it stung, it spread—
a love you kept, but left for dead.
And though you feared what they might say,
I faded when you turned away.
Was I the secret you denied,
or just the truth you couldn’t hide?
