Some Secret Too Big

These are the stars that hold us here
as green is filled with living worlds
to turn around and all around
again, until we grow alone,
and feeling lost, are pushed up close
against a sky that never learns
our names, even while distances
across this stony ground are walked
just seeking times and forms and shapes
of lives to wear to face the days.

We used to live out here amongst
these shapes of other people’s lives,
their corners up against our corners.
The edges once so sharp, now dulled,
but still the pressures building up
are pushing one against the next
until the cracks fissure with pain
and all our worlds are torn apart.

These paper fragments flutter, torn
and ripped like falling snowflakes down
towards the litterbin like lives
discarded. Emptying the bin,
though, cannot turn back time or make
all the memories go away.
The past can always haunt you still.

There is not much left now, the page
remains unfilled. You thought there would
be something more than these few lines
that needed to be said, and how
after all this time and after
so much was said, there was still more
that lay unsaid, and something left
still unacknowledged, un-referred,
as though it was still there, like some
secret too big to name or hold.