The Secret Spot Poem by Ben Bump

Time was against us...
I prepared you so well, I neglected to prepare myself.
Bundled in layers you didn't even need,
another's warmth would soon find you.

I left my expectations there with you,
in the secret spot.
It wasn't right that I should keep them.
They were a careless gift, too delicate and fragile
to be carried by a soldier.

Yours was a game most unfair,
but you'll never know that I played along for you.
That afternoon I left we both pretended like children.
One year was an illusion of the youngest heart.