Secrets

It was like looking into a book when you came home.

I knew that look, I'd seen it before.
The slight stutter to you words, they sounded rehearsed.
The way your eyes searched mine, as if to see what I knew.
The smell of anything, other than the cologne that I bought you.
Was it hairspray? That's what I'd used.
Your hands freshly washed, still damp to the touch.

You sit making small talk hoping to gain.. what?
The sense everything's still the same?
As I thought for a minute, what should i do?

I realized then that calling you out would not only hurt you but our trust would be through.

What would life be like with out trusting each other?

I knew that life well, so I now have a secret too.