Secrets Unbroken

We’ve discussed this dream before in long, subtle glances, sparked by mottled anxieties And silent gestures That have become a second tongue to us Over sixteen years For a time, we even touched the buds of promise And planted a future that wasn’t to be We dreamed out loud of Home, of trees and flowers we never had a chance to watch. But now, when sunset closes curtains We whisper secrets through our pillows So the linens can keep our desires From meeting hopeless hexes Rarely, when we find a voice, we speak of “if” and never when, maybe someday, never someday as if giving dreams a voice will make them vanish. And even though our wishes Are still unspoken and our plans unplanned indefinitely we’ve built something in the silence. With solid floors and photo adorned walls, a modest space for family. We’ve planted trees and tilled the earth, mapped the gardens and accidentally spared the words, “I want.” But fate has taught harsh lessons of how twists and turns of life can easily tumble perfection and cross out the marrow of the most detailed plans… And so, we no longer look when we pass by, no longer whisper of how it might work for fear that something might shatter that which keeps us going.