Anonymous Whispers

Boys knock softly, shadows in my inbox,

anonymous hands pulling at my calm.

They speak, they tease,

they want me to guess

who I should be.

But my heart already knows.

It beats quietly, stubbornly,

for someone clear,

someone real.

I do not chase the echoes

of voices I cannot see.

I do not dance in games

where names are hidden.

Let them whisper.

Let them fade into the fog.

I love him.

And my love does not hide.