nobody else can ever know
the time the feel the place of us
but now it seems we’re on the edge
the cliff the drop the precipice
what do you know? what do you see?
the part of you that isn’t me
becomes more “isn’t” everyday
the life the path the road the way
that leads beyond the known or seen
is off there somewhere where you look
a hidden chapter, secret page
that’s in your very private book
out there: your heart, it truly dwells —
with someone else;
with someone
else
To share is human:
