Keeping secrets

The clouds strode defiantly through the sky

like your bottom lip kept stoically high;

for which you were always admired,

the girl who took life in her fists

and held it beneath the water before it could get to her.

We watched them float

solidly and gold at the edges

while we kept secrets, lying on our backs

down by the lake, watching the ripples

in your eyes and the quivers in your smile

and the immovable marble of your skin.

You were tough, you were different.

You were love yet fashioned from steel;

everything I thought I was meant to be.

We were as steadfast as the clouds in our promises – promises we would never get to keep

because in the next week you would have to tell me

you had no choice but to leave.

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

Photograph taken by me

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