Past the windows
through the letters,
it travels indoors
into a box piled
with gold
treasures untold.

Gone with the wind
burned like a spell
we kept it close,
until I suppose
we were close
I expose.

Heart to heart
soul to heart
I tell because
I can tell
that you'll
never tell.

Yet, you yelled.

I expected to some extent
that your lips were
never meant to secure treasures
but I never expected
that you're someone
who enjoys torment to an extent.

I trusted wrong so I let go
of the map where my heart belonged
forever abandoned
a secret,
a tale,
when long ago I trusted them.

© miryelleY.