A Poem Of Secrecy

  My mom always told me she hated that my ex boyfriend was so much like my father, never cracking a smile on his serious face, never got farther than his words with precision and back too straight, she said she was just so on the fence with me being with someone so quietly tense, and every day we were together she would ask if he was like that with me, as if he were the identical person in privacy, he did take a while, still told me our points were moot, but he was free in private when I would crack him open like a fruit.