Should I feel ashamed it was bought by me?
No one holds the key to this lock,
The shine is gone; the wear from use.
Cherished, Tarnished, Personal.
Maybe one day he will appear,
The relationship built strong.
Maybe one day he will,
walk in my door.
Maybe I will inspire him,
to walk into theirs.
Until then I will flourish,
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Ah, nicely said! The poem surprised me a bit at the end, as I expected it to take a different turn. I always like it when a poem surprises me : )