THE SECRET SHARER*

I am reading a book

you gave me.

I am holding in my hands

the selfsame pages

you once held in yours.

And I pause

in the places

you once paused

with your pen.

The marks you made,

to phrases, passages,

whole paragraphs,

have me feeling

strangely,

that it is your soul

I am seeing:

that a marriage of things

wished for

was never quite consummated

in the ways imagined,

which makes me

your secret sharer.

*Inspired by David Whyte’s, The Three Marriages: 
Reimagining Work, Self and Relationship