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The Secret
Folder:
Family and Friends Throwing the papers
into the fire.
Watching flames
eat through them.
Destroying the evidence.
So that no one
shall know
What we did
Or didn't do
That night
When reason left
And desperation took hold.
In time,
The memories will fade.
We won't think of it
everyday then.
We will have
to be reminded
somehow
By a sensory detail.
It would flow back
at that moment.
But not until.
A burden,
yes.
One we shall bear
Alone.
No one
must ever know
About that evening
And what we did
Or didn't do.
