I never tell you my weekend plans
but you never ask either
It’s okay, secrets are a good pillow
easy to sleep on and easier to forget
Like that jar of jam way back in the fridge
unopened and logging years
Someday, we’ll make toast and enjoy preserves together
I pray for strawberry hugs
It’d be so much easier to hold each other
than for me to keep holding this in
I hope for apricot praises
I just want to know it’s okay.