kindness and secrecy

I laughed too much
at the secret you told.
I wasn't because I knew,
oh no. It wasn't because
you'd built it up
with dire secrecy oaths
and bloody-cut palms pressed
tight, it was just
that I knew
it wasn't true.

This secret of yours.
It was something that I'd
told you,

and I guess you'd made it
your own. And got it
not right

in the process of knowing
shifting to known, with just
a few flips of perspective
and twists of insight.

Don't fret. I won't
tell a soul. I'm afraid
I could not keep my face
controlled.