Now I know who you are.

I see all the things that make you.

I can tell that you keep the stars in a little wooden box beside the mirror.
-sometimes, only sometimes you open it slightly so I can see.
You hid two wine glasses behind the balcony door. You want to be prepared.
You count the number of days left before you have to go.
You count the number of days left for you to return.

That hand in yours is new, different, but beautifully so.
Even your smile isn't your own. She gave it to you.
You tire of yesterdays. You have grown.
You are new.

We smile. For you have shared.
That secret that was yours alone. And now we know.


~Cogo~