i'm inquisitive
and nosy,
so i take a look under
her bed,
i pull a drawer open,
i investigate
the medicine cabinet,
reading labels
on the pill bottles,
i check out
the closets,
full of clothes and boxes
stacked,
then out to the yard,
where i pry open
the door to the shed.
i find nothing of interest.
no hidden gems,
just rusted rakes and trowels,
cob webs.
it disappoints me in
a strange way.
i'm not used to someone
without secrets,
hiding a past.
tomorrow i'll check again.
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