Fleeting yet consistent-

enlightening yet bland.

Some mornings it greets me with the sun’s rays. Most nights it hugs me as I hunt for the stars among the clouds.

Occasionally, it hides, it runs, it completely escapes from sight.

If only I could control hope, or

Can I?

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,