The Secret

Two girls discoverthe secret of lifein a sudden line ofpoetry.

I who don't know thesecret wrotethe line.

Theytold me(through a third person)they had found itbut not what it wasnot evenwhat line it was.

No doubtby now, more than a weeklater, they have forgottenthe secret,
the line, the name ofthe poem.

I love themfor finding whatI can't find,
and for loving mefor the line I wrote,
and for forgetting itso thata thousand times, till deathfinds them, they maydiscover it again, in otherlinesin otherhappenings.

And forwanting to know it,
forassuming there issuch a secret, yes,
for thatmost of all.