Teddybears Can't Keep Secrets

1st of December 1945

I don't know
if they
really care

where I am.

They just
chase me for fun.

I've been hiding.
Hotelrooms,
alleyways,
train stations,
they are

so alike.

One day
the murderer,
the real murderer,
will show himself,
or herself
and I'll prove.

I'll prove
I didn't
do
it.

So I'm here.
Nowhere.
And I will

tell you,
one day.
Where I were.

But now
I have to
keep the secret.

Because teddybears
can't keep
secrets.

Sincerely
yours.