Acquaintances with deficits

You’re just this secret I never wanted to keep. This beautiful little secret that was never fully told. But you and I weren’t meant for the tabloids. We were meant to be comfortable, almost expected, a little secret everyone already knew. Of course.  How perfect. They’d whisper about us. Tiny little whispers almost too faint to hear carrying the world’s best secret. 

I remember the night we spilled our own, decidedly suggesting that we didn’t need to be so estranged from the possibility of a truly good thing. 

It’s a shame you let them evaporate so quickly. 

Now we’re the clouds you see on a sunny day. We’ll drift over the earth wondering how we got so far from feeling grounded. It was a steady ascent, when fog slowly escaped from our mouths and floated right in front of our faces whispering something about timing and how it wasn't in our favor. But we exhaled too heavily and didn't inhale enough to notice our vaporous breath hovering overhead in a sky of blue. If we had the courage to lie on our backs, I wonder if we'd see hearts in the clouds. 

So I’ll be your best kept secret. And you’ll be mine. I just wish you could have happened over again at a time and place where the skies are always clear.