during a quiet night

I often travel to old words and my heart beats hard –

it trembles at what it finds.

I feel the tears forming in my eyes and I turn away.

Do I acknowledge the private,

do I unveil the secret?

Or do I hide it in the shadows,

pretending

saying,

I am mistaken.

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