This book, this Book of Secrets, just revealed to me,
lay with the others; hidden, dust stifled, antiquated,
irrelevant, too long, too…piled in the “not now” bin.
Thumbing through; “Crap! I knew all this!” I smirked,

but read another line, then more. Was I to truly believe
that bracing you against a fall at the bathroom mirror
as you wiped matter from your eyes, lamenting, what
you perceive, as the taint of time upon your face, and

your burst of anger at your confused thoughts, and
making one of my silly, hopefully calming, jokes
and kissing your matted-hair head, eliciting a smile,
a purr, almost, was my purpose, my nirvana? Maybe.