do despise

If I had a secret
would you tell me one
too?
A little secret
too small to notice
in the day to day
too large to miss
when I think about
you.
A secret lost
in the generations,
a stolen toy car
stuffed in a sock
drawer.
A small secret that
gets easier with
time, hidden in another
secret about who made
you.
A secret discovered
in the adjustment
of a dial, temperature
rising when it should
drop.
A secret in a lockbox
buried in a letter
addressed to another
written in spite
but delivered in
darkness.
A secret matters little
in a lifetime.