No. 4

We shook hands, to make it official;
the mutual betrayal of all that was sacred.
The secrets to be kept wrapped up in white boxes
with white ribbon, neatly bow tied
and tucked away on a shelf, and padlocked
for safe keeping. I was a child,
and he knew what promises meant.
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