My Lock



Should I feel ashamed it was bought by me?

For 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,



One thought on “My Lock

  1. 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 : )

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