my tells and don't tells

This is why I remember.
This is why I cleave.

Because you knew the things
in me that I had kept
secret. Ego thinly
veiled and the heavy
chalk of verse
outlining my form
       in transit,
and you know
wordless
words thicken
my veins
when I speak.

All of my tells and don’t tells—
given answers to
questions which
yet, unasked,
you already know;
receiving resolution,
able to be still....
for once.