The Secret

the documents were dark and dusty hidden away in that old, rusty box along with her memories of him scattered about the empty room were flyers from some long ago event, hundreds laying all over the floor curious I was and glanced, bending ever closer, I tried to see picked up a flyer to read... 'witches at noon, come to the tower' was all I could make out in the dim light scrunching my eyes to focus better nothing. all the other words were smeared or had long disappeared I picked up the documents and made my way out back into the sun showers that greeted me, with the box in my hands and the flyer beside it never occurred to me the secret she tried to forget was the one she kept sharing but no one would listen nobody cared, that secret, she took to her grave...