You look away as if you have a secret…

You look away as if you have a secret…
It always catches me by surprise…
I have grown weary waiting for you to tell me…
To curious to stop trying.

Go ahead and speak it…
It will allow you to stand a little taller…
And allow you to stop pretending that you are less than you are…
Why do you think I will not understand?

If you like, I can tell you a secret…
Maybe it will allow you to open to me…
I buried a bone under the rose bush…
I took the bone from Shortie when he was taking a poop…
“Whew!” I feel a whole lot better.

Share with me about, “Way back when…”
Maybe it is just a fixation in your mind…
Or no longer has any meaning…
Something that you have created that is not even you.

For me, now that I’ve shared my most innermost secret…

It is time to give that bone back to Shortie.

I love you,

Annie