Twirls

I started twirling in my room on the nights when I was alone at the warm part of spring. Spring was cold when it all began, but I had wanted to see the twirls ever since my birthday last year. Even though it physically will never change a thing, twirling and moving my limbs slowly is the closest I can get to you. It’s a secret. It’s a secret you can’t wait to spill, but a secret I want to keep to only myself. Our twirls, your twirls I see, are all a secret I can only keep in my heart, for it was my only secret door to you.