Can You Keep A Secret?

We all have our secrets;
mine shall simply remain your name.
Your pretty, painted eyes
and the hush of your whisper.
The way you smiled
and the streetlights reflected
off your porcelain skin
and the gleam in your eyes.
The fineness of your voice
and the silk of your breath.
The words that you reserved
only for me and possibly
a few choice others.
The loving sincerity
that was anything
but romantic, and
yet we wouldn't wish to
change even a second of it.
My secret will be the words
that you took with you.
The ones you tried to bleed out
but held onto just for me.
My secret will be the bruises
the cuts and the burns.
Everything that you took
I will swallow with pride
just to be there for you.
My secret will be the ending
that you carved out for yourself.
The embalming liquid that
replaced the secrets that
you could no longer keep.
My secret will be that I...
that I'm sorry. And
That I Love You.
My secret is, I miss you.
My secret is that I hold
all of that in your name
when I can't anymore.
You took my secrets with you
and yours are coming with me.
We all have our secrets
mine shall simply remain your name
because to turn you into something
with a more concrete definition
would expose me, and that
neither one of us can allow.