the documents were dark and dusty
hidden away in that old, rusty box
along with her memories
of him

scattered about the empty room
were flyers from some long ago event,
hundreds laying all over the floor
curious I was
and glanced,
bending ever closer, I tried to see
picked up a flyer to read...

'witches at noon, come to the tower'

was all I could make out in the dim light
scrunching my eyes to focus better
nothing.
all the other words were smeared
or had long disappeared

I picked up the documents and made my way out
back into the sun showers that greeted me,
with the box in my hands and the flyer beside
it never occurred to me
the secret she tried to forget
was the one she kept sharing
but no one would listen
nobody cared,
that secret, she took to her grave...

02/19/2009

Posted on 02/20/2009
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