Remembering the conversation we had on the phone from my grandmothers house
Locked in the bathroom for privacy
Listen to you share things I knew deep inside
Telling me all the things you have held inside because I am not free
But I am not happy either, and you can't hold it in any longer,
Knowing that I will remember and relive this moment for the rest of my life,
The passion In your voice,
The sorrow that you waited so long
The pain that you had to
The guilt because I am not free to return your feelings
But I do, i have for sometime now
I have secretly felt the same things
You have been a constant in my life
One thing that could and can maybe me smile
Make me feel special
Make my heart fly and my soul smile
Deep down we both know where we should be with
and who we should be sharing with
For a while we made it work and it was beautiful
But then life got in the way
Sorrowfully we parted as lovers
But will always be friends
What if life wasn't in the way?
That question is too painful to ask
Because it always will be
But I'll never forget
That desperate passionate secret locked in the bathroom phone call
And the joy it lead to, even if just for a while.

© Misty Bishop-Martiss