Poem: I Do Not Want Him to Know

I Do Not Want Him to Know

so I will put it someplace else
where his gaze cannot reach,
not that it is a secret
but somehow, it feels wrong,
feels like a theft, perhaps,
an interference.  He might not agree.
It might be a thing he would enjoy,
if he even knew.  I cannot say
if he would know.  All of it
is my assumptions.  What else
do I have?  What else is there
but for the inference
that is best given circumstance
and the limited information available?
I am making a choice that is prudent, maybe?
It does not change the compromising involved, 
does it?  I suppose some would say not to care,
that it is cowardice.  I suppose that is true, in a way,
but I am not worried for any reason
beyond the desire not to cause him upset.
I do not think I have a reason.  I think it is fine
if I am correct that I do not have a reason.
It would be nice to feel more certain,
but I am not so sure of most things.
I should be accustomed to that.  Maybe
some things can never be that familiar.

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