Nothing

Suspended in your palm,
Lies a secret.

It's one that absolves us
Of the truth we harbour,
That one day we will realize,
Nothing.

Waiting to coalesce into your blood,
Just out of touch,
It shines in the moonlight
Temptingly.

But one day you will realize,
When the secret hits your heart,
That you knew
Nothing.

So it sits there,
Glinting,
Suspended in the silence,
That we refuse to break.

For we are afraid when we open our mouths,
To say all that we always wanted to,
That out will tumble amongst the pearls of experience and diamonds of troubles,
The things that will be remembered are,
Nothing.