this morning #1741.
this morning, something strange happened between the bedroom & the kitchen. halfway down the hall, i glanced down & saw a small scratch by the base of the wall. new. never noticed it before. i’m the only one who’s been in here lately. no visitors since christmas. no clue how it got there. i hope it’s not a critter. the whole thing’s disturbing but there’s also a silver lining. it inspired me: secret love. our love is secret. done under cover of night. tiny traces left behind. reminders of our time together. only known to you & i. others wonder what went on between us. wonder if it’s right to wonder of our secret love. a love to not be spoken of. a love made up of who knows what? who knows? just us. i won’t tell if you won’t.