Your Secret Is Safe With Me

I want to tell you a little something about secrecy
and how it festers

A little secret in cupped hands,
starts to overflow
before long you have to hold your arms across your chest,
to stop its ebb...

But its white
and pure and you have all the best of intentions.
but, you don't have mine.


You secretive little boy.
I have been on this playground before.
And I will tell you,
monkey bars were never quite my thing.


I was never one for timing.
I always guessed to much and fell to hard,
and in the moment before I hit the sand,
I thought,
I should have held on with two hands,
a bit longer.

You have the timing down to an art.
Two hands closed.
You leave me with nothing but presumption,
and the way I must have felt...
eating pavement at seven years old.

Its all for the glory of the secret keeper.
And you waive it all to have the last look.
But, I told you...
I have been on this playground before.

And although I might not know when to let go.
I know when to not hold on.