Secrets

All your secrets have a name
And it’s written with a charcoal line
On the inside of your children’s hands
To make sure they don’t forget
All your answers have a name
And it’s written in the strangest poetry
On the inside of you eyelids
To make sure you won’t forget
All your wishes have a name
And it’s spelled upon the silence here
Separation is the word, dear
And I can’t stand to hear you say it