Don’t say too much
Or you’ll give
Yourself away,
The old Secret Agent
Song says,
Good advice
Even for someone
Who is not a spy,
This sense of intrigue
Still lingering
All these years later,
Needing to keep silent
About some things
In order not to destroy
What already exists,
This idea that we can
Live our lives from afar
And return to how
We feel,
Years, decades
Even lifetimes,
Never able to
Diminish what it is,
Though it never
Became
What we wanted,
And to say too much
To expose these feelings
Only risks new pain
And to rub off the shine
On what we have
Coated ourselves with
To keep safe that
Deepest part,
A tin man pretending
He has no heart
We it is clear
He really does.
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