I've heard there was a secret chord.

You're closer and too far away. My hands are dirty and, no matter how many times I scrub them under the water, they come up stained. I hold them out to you, a music box sits on my palm. It can play a pretty song but only if you wind it.

I promise all your secrets are safe with me. I'll imagine all the beautiful moments as being more than they are, because they mean the world to me. There is a peace I found in you, a healing well of spring water that I stumbled upon and greedily drank from. I should have asked first. I should have told you.