Invented languages in crowded rooms,
through secret glances.
My flushed cheeks made your mouth curve up
secret meetings hidden from the world.

Now that I look back, it got me thinking:
you didn’t break the promise of forever.
Because sometimes, forever is only a moment.
Your touch —was my apricity in a Russian winter.

Glowing cheeks, bright eyes
you, who made me love the girl in the mirror,

yet cannot show up anywhere
blurry eyed with people in sight,
as we were each other’s greatest secret.