The Secret
They tell me I must not share this secret
I have discovered after so much searching
I must keep it to myself lest I spoil
the twist that takes place three quarters
of the way through as if life is little more
than a movie and I an actress cast
in a starring role forced by the studio
to sign an NDA in my blood stating
I sacrifice my soul to Hades and give my
body up to be ripped to shreds by the
sharp teeth of the three heads of Cerberus
if I dare to have the audacity to violate it
So I seat myself silently at a table in a library
or at a bus stop or a train station
or on a bench in a park where parents
watch over their children as they play
flipping through old photo albums
filled with pictures of people who
have long since passed away along
with places which no longer exist today
showing them to anyone that sits down
beside me before asking if they recognize
any of the many they see then when they
invariably answer, “No. What does it matter?”
I reply, “Exactly”
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