I have discovered

That it is not what you tell

But rather what you don't

Because every time I think you are honest

And forthcoming

I make the discovery

That you did not find

The words and time

To mention

That someone had temporarily taken

The place

I thought reserved

For the one you just embraced

I discover that the words you say

Are only for my stay

And forgotten

When I go away

By

Calder Wolfe