You've hidden a secret on a dry field,
Behind a grey pebble; Completely invisible.
Well, unless a phatamorgana,
I found where it sunbathes.
Though I let it get a tan.
I won't say I know where it lays,
If you didn't tell me yourself.
But, why didn't you?
Perhaps you're unsure to speak
Out loud the uncovered words.
Avoiding the field with that one pebble.
Maybe scared of explanations..
Or embarrassment.
Well, you've avoided it ever since.
Maybe hoping for a rain of amnesia to
Enshroud it in weeds
Never being spoken disappears,
Trying to forget it evermore.
