wrapped secrets

You kept my wrapped secrets
Like folded gifts beside your bed

Stealing a peek into the nightstand
To see if they were still there

Like old pieces of scrap paper
With childhood scribbled messages

Quiet wonders of the gut-quilt
That just would not sit still

Their whispers were braids of truth-ties
That come sunrise, I would need to undo

I thanked you for tucking them away like that
For one quiet night before the new

- b

December 2, 2020