now.

you ask,

i answer.

you ask,

i answer.

with a smile of good old times,

with a few tears of some bad years.

you ask,

i answer,

because you want to know,

and i want to know too.

what do you think happened

in this past of mine? i ask,

you answer.

you solve these puzzles

in my head.

i haven't found

someone else who can.

these questions are defining me,

the answers, untangling.

i tell my stories,

of where i was born,

of who i think i am,

of what i choose to be.

you listen (or seem to).

yes. history

of past, present and future

can be a bore

in a world obsessed with time...

i do not answer,

because already you know

what i would say.

if anyone could,

it's you.

no secrets i promised,

no secrets i keep.

(how can it be unknown,

when the secret

is you?)