happy

in the secret way
that only you and i know about

written on the backs of notebooks
spiral bound
stuffed between the old and not too old

a note to each other
in the way it slips so easy
past the wordless way you see me
and the tactilness of your fingertips
as i pass between the way i used to be
and the past i will become

dm
7/21/2009
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