Calm in his embrace

There is this place we use to go
and for a long time I believed,
ached for only you would know,
the cobbled pathway there to find,
stairways, secrets, cobwebs
of a busy mind.
But time has passed and
now I know
that life begins anew,
each day,
it screams “grow”
(And he?
He loves me in that place,
for him a foreign destination, new
but he calms me in embrace.)

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge Day 2:
For today’s prompt, write a secret poem. The poem itself could be a secret, or it could be about keeping secrets or, I suppose, not keeping them. Or maybe it’s about a top secret project, or the poem is a riddle with some sort of secret meaning. Or, well, I’ll let you figure out how best to poem secretively.