teasing just enough
of your story
to keep me
wading
in the telling
of a past
that held no
promise,
till you spilled
the secret.
secrets
you’d have me chase
that mystery
through unlatched
door
into a room-
not yours,
now darling, do
i dare..
rummage through
all those old
times
that are not mine
to share?
hands in the garden 
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