His Secret Is Safe In His Sock Drawer

His secret is safe in his sock drawer.

I won’t tell.

I understand.

There is a history and it repeats itself.

He wants to break the cycle.

He’s requested I purchase something special just for him.

Just for him.

Not for anyone else.

I do.

I leave it on his dresser for him and he says thank you.

I didn’t realize it was a secret,

Until today.

Putting black and green socks away into his dresser,

There it was.

His secret.  

The aforementioned purchased item.

He likes his neat and the one they share isn’t neat.

He voiced his opinion and requested change,

Yet history repeated  itself and nothing changed.

So he became the change he wanted to see.

He requested his own.

He received his own.

He hid his own.

His secret is safe in his sock drawer.

Oneline Workshop - Poem It Out - By Liz Lamoreux