You smelt like warmth and niceness,
Sincere and eager.
You reminded me of a coveted summer day,
Approaching fastidiously and with care.
How happy I was to just be in your company,
How delighted I was to listen to your never ending stories,
Stories that had no head or tail,
Stories that had absolutely no relevance or relatability.
I felt like yours, my head and heart a storehouse of your secrets,
Your secrets felt like mine to protect,
And I had to protect you from the world that pried.
You are my secret until the end of this lethal liasion.
My Secret, Day 24.
Poetry prompt by @harnidhk