You're always asking me why I keep the receipts
From every place we visit even if it's only a
Quick pit-stop at the Safeway where you used to work,
And I won't tell you why because you'd laugh
At me and remind me how silly romance is
Because I know you found that movie ticket with
The blue eyes sketched between the price and the
Title. And I know that you tossed it out the window telling
Me that the cute ticket officer's eyes were brown, not
The same colour as the stormy oceans I see
Crashing below your eyelashes on the nights when you
Won't tell me what your father said to you and that I
Found out from your brother that your grandmother died
The same day that you met me and that's why
You won't talk about her even though you know I can sympathise.
You always ask me why I write down your angry
Words but I can't tell you that it's because it's those
Moments when I know you're the most bare, even when
We're naked. And I also know the reasons why
After we finish, you always hide beneath the sheet
As though you're afraid I'll see the crescent-moon
Scar on your left hip that you will never tell me
What it's from.
I guess we all have reasons for our secrets but
Why would the world keep spinning in its unsung persistence
If we knew everything about it?