told the lake my secrets and never expected it to be gone
by the time i came back
because now at the bottom
exposed to see, are my cracks
and who i hope to never be.

told the lake my secrets and let it be true that
by the time i get back
i will have healed
and i will go fish
for the bigger ones out there
who will tell me if i was
wrong.

told the lake my secrets and its reflections whispered so
by the time i get back
i hope to have understood
what we have both left behind.