The Memory

In my memory you still exist.
Late night laughs and shared secrets could've never prepared me for this.
You told me you loved me.
I felt it, for a moment.
Except when those closest to you had to question.
I knew then that those moments meant nothing.
I was your secret.
Not for obvious reasons.
I was the locked box to your hidden agenda.
Me...the fool.
I let you in,
And lost everything on purpose,
So that in my tomorrow, your memory will no longer exist.