Secrets

secrets

Each task a reminder of

words once used to describe love

being with you.

Each scrap of paper filled with ink

once composed to fill a book

now painful to look at secrets

shared in the dark.

Sensations created goosebumps

parting offered acceptance

each has value in the long run

from being with you.

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