When you didn't
come back to me
I shut the door,
threw the key
into the pitted
stormy sea
and thought of you
as dead to me.
But lies, all lies
I couldn't dare
I held tight the key
that we had shared
Hid it safely
with childlike care
and hoped to soon
return to there.
The place of tender
fingers and hearts
Where nights would end
and days would start
with warm bodies and lips
only inches apart
Where love and lust
were one perfect art.
. . . . .
But when I chose
to save my key
You threw yours
into the sea
thinking me gone
permanently
And now to you
the dead is me.
Written 4.6.11 @ 9:00 PM
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