No one will guess, unless I confess.
But if they won’t guess, is it even true?
If I am the only one who sees it, is it even real?
I kept it hidden, despite knowing it was not forbidden.
Settings changed, people not the same, new.
I caught her eye from across the room, and I knew it was real.
So I whispered to those closest, and they smiled.
I told a few more, and they were ecstatic.
It was not a confession, it was a celebration.
Settings changed, people not the same, old.
I took a deep breath, my figure filled with a brave phrase. I whispered to those closest, and they froze.
I told them again, and they accused me.
It was not a celebration, it was a confession.
Smiles with the new, silence with the old, Waiting for the settings to reset once more.