No one has to know

I hid the postcard      
in a book of Carver stories      
The lavender      
and bracelet      
in the bottom of my jewelry box      
The poem, I threw away      
because it was hand written and      
though it meant nothing specific      
its effort smelt        
of more than promise fulfilled      
to anyone with sense      
Some whispers      
I wrote in an old notebook      
up the middle binding      
to remind me in times of self doubt      
that I was wanted once      
or twice      
or more      
and others      
are burned regularly      
on the altar of ego      
Love notes don't last long either      
I move a lot, clear a lot      
mostly on the outside -    
It's easier      
But I still have messages      
under keys and lock      
from when our letters      
introduced themselves:      
from when      
I began to take the word "blindsided"      
into more serious consideration      
So when I felt fresh eyes tracing profile    
under light of a half-moon      
summoning his own past of lush nights    
with the classic      
"No one has to know"      
I smiled a small toast to enough secrets      
and said      
"Thank you"      
(posted for S.) :]
Written by Jestalessa
Published | Edited 8th Mar 2023
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