The Greatest Secret We Keep
by Adena M’lynn
isn’t the one buried in journals
or locked inside a drawer—
it’s the one we carry in our skin,
in the way our eyes glance away
right before the truth might spill.
It’s the warmth we never name,
the breath we hold a fraction too long,
the electricity in a brush of fingers
that both of us pretend
was only an accident.
We keep it between the lines of casual conversation
under the weight of words like
How have you been?
when what we mean is
I still dream of you.
We guard it because the world
has a way of breaking beautiful things
just to see what’s inside.
And this—
this is too fragile for daylight,
too wild for rules,
too precious for hands that do not know
how to hold without taking.
So we keep it,
not in chains,
but in the softest place—
between your heartbeat and mine,
where it lives like a quiet flame
no one else will ever see.
And maybe that’s the greatest secret of all—
that sometimes love survives
not in the telling,
but in the keeping.
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