Hillary Faith

You told me your secret.

I felt so honored.

But, the secret was too heavy 

For my clumsy heart. 

Like a kaleidoscope of butterflies

Your secret fluttered out of my mouth to the eager ear.

My love, you’ve once again arrived

But this time only as an old acquaintance. 

I’ve shaken your hand before,

The cold, defeated skin touching my own. 

I recall never quite expecting your presence, 

My dearest friend,

The one who has been through it all

Along my side. 

Together, as we rest on the beaten grass of my childhood home,

We lie gazing at the drifting clouds.

You wish to know what I’m keeping close,

And I so dearly wish to tell,

But I’m not sure of your reply.

So, through every word I’ve spoken,

I leave a clue.

Perhaps it’s in the way I say your name,