Left Unknown

There still are things I’ll not want you to know.

You shouldn’t have to worry your own head
on silly stuff. We’re fine. Let’s leave it so.

There still are things I’ll not want you to know
until it’s time to, then please let me go.

As you knew this of me before we wed,
there still are things I’ll not want you to know.

You shouldn’t have to worry your own head
even after all of me’s gone dead.

There still are things I’ll not want you to know.
Don’t try to guess. I wish you not misled.

Even after all of me’s gone dead,
there will remain of me word left unsaid.

My quiet is my clamor’s quid pro quo.

Even after all of me’s gone dead,
there still are things I’ll not want you to know.


 
 

written by sara

 
 

background notes — heptahedral

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