Books

Secrets

Secrets

Giving, loving, laughter
flip like a tarnished token
when resentment and
shattered trust are awoken.

Secrets of silence,
of words not spoken,
lie in veiled whispers,
promises broken.

Choose, you ask, hungering for
words best not spoken.
Have you someone new?
Am I a mere thought, a forgotten token?

This secret passion for truth
in your breast now awoken?
Too late, too late!
The present is withering; it’s broken.


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  1. Describes so well what you heard in my recent concern, though the reason for shattered trust was different. Will you now also write a poem about the joy of seeing the pieces put back together with communication glue, making a new vessel stronger than the former one?

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