Why can't I

you ask me who,

this guy is,

the one i go on,

about.

you tell me,

that you've told me,

about her,

"your girl".

i smile and,

try to explain,

that it is different,

though it's not.

i laugh,

and say no,

i won't tell you,

his name.

you leave,

wondering why,

i conceal and hide,

his name.

guarded tightly,

pressed to my heart,

his name,

is yours.