I've been holding your secret
Your secret is a bird trying to escape from my chest
Wings extending into my ribs and beak pointed at my throat
Your secret is a shining bracelet
that snags on my shirt, begging attention
Your secret is a discreetly packed suitcase
are you coming to re-claim it?
Your secret is a delicate shell in my bucket
that would break with a crooked look
Your secret is locked and bound,
not in me, but in you
Your secret is a prayer
that you can't find the words for
When you laid your secret in the air between us,
what did you hope for?
I'll be holding your secret
until you take it to yourself again
1 comment:
what i like about your words is that each person that reads it reads themselves into the story. beautiful. well done lori!
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