THE MORNING OF FOREVER

His truth has a bit of my lies,

My smile has a bit of his cry.

Yes he cried to me one night,

When the sky was dark, lights out of sight.

That night I was acquainted to his fears,

And what I call, His hidden secret tears.

What I now recall is an unsaid night long story,

That lit all our mornings with a bit of me in him,

And… a bit of him in me.