Tell Me*

Tell me who you are

And I will do the same.

We can start this thing anew

With no need to cast the blame.

Tell me where you are

And I’ll do the same for you.

It doesn’t matter where we’ve been

Nor matter what we do,

Tell me what you want

And I will also tell the truth.

There’s no need to poke around

And play the lover’s sleuth.

But do not let slip too much.

Let’s hold our secrets dear.

Leave something silent, heart

Or we’ll have no reason for our tears.

We both know love is fragile

And melts like springtime snow.

Our hasty hearts must understand.

Our past reminds us so.

*I feel I must be clear....this poem is directed toward nobody. It has no past, present or future. Writing is a dangerous thing, and can be misdirected and misunderstood.