Distant Love

I have a secret.
I live a lie.

I pretend that you mean nothing.
Sing dancing words.
Talk to you in circles.
As to escaped the pin pointedness
of what I'm dying to express.
Laying in wait to remove the mask.
Subconsciously hoping that you read
between the lines better than my unrequited front.

But this secret is bigger than a death bed confession.
More timely than the note you'd find after my demise.
This lie is the truth.
The truth of the matter is I love you.
No word tango.
No interwoven interpretations.
Plain like water and air and light.
I love you.
Uncorked, breathing, flowing...
My cup runneth over.