there was this secret shared,
unkept.
it spread like a wildfire.
till my own transparency is unavoidable.

i write these stories
aloud.
and shared a wind that
would knock everyone on their feet.

i place my hands
on the ground
to show you
how sorry
i am.

i used the word
too much.

and find no peace
in my inability to
separate myself
from it all.

i'm sorry that i'm asking for this tissue back.

there's someone else
that needs it
more than
you.

you.

you.