Moment #72

Secrets of
Curtains love
Blinds
A hideaway
Long hand falls
The moment slows down
And nothing moves
Count the seconds passage
Lies concealed your hands
Wear this moment’s wretched
Finery
This moment’s words this moment’s words fade away
The silence says the silence says more
The secrets fall
You shout out lies by just standing there
A face of smile
I could not see you
Only my reflection