Secret

You and I share a secret.
It is interesting secret.
The truth is ours.

Say we're eating out.
We're ordering our food.
And it is my turn. I say...

In what aspires to be a debonair voice,
I say... I say,
'I would like some more white wine'.

The waiter replies that that is an excellent choice.
He then bows.
Then you capture my gaze.

And I notice that you are smiling.
Somebody else bowed not long ago.
Laughter in your eyes.

And when we finally land at home,
You shake snow off
At the door.

And you look bleakly at you boots.
And lift your head.
And lick your lips.