Thursday, July 4, 2013


There is a secret place that lovers share,
A place that is theirs alone.

It's the place that holds the memories
Of the first kiss,
The first fight,
And the first time you silently forgave
For a hurt that the other didn't even know had happened.

In this place,
This place of memories,
Are visions
of hours spent together,

Here live the private words,
The stolen looks,
The shared jokes.

The Owl lives here,
Alongside the broken bed,
The "improved" barbecue grill,
And, yes, that damned bell!
It lives here, too.

Living here are the words of love,
The gazes of love,
The actions of love,
The safety of love,
The sacrifices that don't feel like sacrifice,
They feel like love.

This secret place exists
Just for the two of you,
Binding you together
With the gentlest and softest of bonds.

Oh, today!
I wrap you in this bubble, this secret place,
And carry it alone,

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