Perhaps I wish to know | for you, and for secrets

Keep your secrets, keep them
Store them in a glass jar, high up on the shelf
Tie the ribbon on a cardboard box, with a pretty bow.
Keep your secrets to your breast, close in to your heart

I could see that you had thoughts
Thoughts that your mind drifted to.
I could hear the silence and words both
Spoken aloud and within.

I could see the faraway gaze in your eyes
And the see the faraway smile on your lips
I felt an uncommon quiet happiness in you – it was good.
You half denied it, you did.

Perhaps I shall be flattered at your smile
That I was for a moment in your mind, if gone.
That there was a secret you would think
Of carrying to the grave.

Perhaps I wish to know.


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Perhaps I wish to know | for you, and for secrets