The Secret Keeper

Silver splashes
Ripple as they
Sink
On the corner of
A bustling
Square
Found down a narrow,
Winding street.

You’re on the edge.
Then weaving through
The crowd,
No one notices,
Head bent down
Because you’re trying to hide.
Wrapped in a jumper,
Though the sun is hot
As if you’re wearing
Everything you’ve got.
And the people come and go,
Whilst you sit and fish,
Casting your net deep,
For secrets no one else knows.
Those that no one tells,
But everyone needs to share,
So they toss their coins,
And they leave the square
Lighter.
Go on with their lives,
Heads held high,
Satisfied
And you treasure their secrets,
Wanting only to survive.