Unless your hand rests on my leg;
unless they're whispered in the dark
unless they're said in real-time
your words are ghosts in broad daylight;
vows are lifeless and vague
and for skeptic crowds I contrive
phantom shapes.
About having a lover who wants to keep the relationship a secret--the constant broken promises to make it known, and the constant arguing with family to justify your being with him/her.
