She Knows

The secrets of my youthTucked neatly in a trunkStored in the far recesses of my mindRefusing to be sealed under lock and keyUnwanted memories ooze through cracksLike a fine swirling mistThey entwine themselves Among otherwise innocuous recollectionsOvershadowing scintillas of innocenceThere she is – a phantom in the mistA smirk upon her faceMy partner in crimeTheContinue reading “She Knows”