Confession

I know your secret,
the one you tried to hide
inside your handbag.
You know this.

I know your secret
hiding place, empty bottles
behind the laundry.
You don't know this.

You made me promise
not to tell about the secret
inside your handbag.
You know I know.

But I made no promise
not to expose my own,
found behind the laundry.
You don't know I know.

Should I tell my secret?
Who should I tell it to?
I admit my confusion,
confess my dilemma.

You know me,
and I know you.