“Something is different about you
Something not easy to point to
Is it your perfume? the hair do?
more make up? Or maybe less!
You don’t do make up do you?
You look the same
you’re sitting more up right though
Head held high
You talk less yet say more
What is it?
It’s like you’ve grown
But when you giggle
A child comes through
The glimmer in your eyes
The sparkle in your smile
What secrets do they hide?
What’s that force behind your pride?
What happened to you?”
If only my friend knew
It’s not “what” rather “who”
Had she dared pry a little more
She would have found your shrine
Behind my gaze, within my words
There in my spine
Oh my worst kept secret
you are
the best of me
albeit you’re not even mine