keys

by agnatamojacar, Andalusia, Spain

Aug 2011 416 Views 6 comments

keys

Oh, where do you go when you say "goodbye"
jangling your keys by the door
"What rooms, what doors and drawers
do your keys open?
and is there a key of a drawer for me?
"Not tomorrow" you say shaking your head
"the next day, maybe
I´ll give you a ring"
"Not tomorrow", you said
I feel like I´m dead.
"If only, if only I could be
just a little key
curled up in the warmth of your hand".

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Posted: Aug 2011

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Comments (6)

RedexNorthumberland, England UKAug 1, 2011

Ahh thats what I felt after reading. In a nice way I promise I enjoyed

jazzy75Houston, Texas USAAug 1, 2011

Welcome to the poet's corner, I've enjoyed your poetry and look forward to reading more :)

Ladybee42East Liverpool, Ohio USAAug 1, 2011

very cool agnata

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USAAug 1, 2011

Hi, agnata,
A very poignant write.

steve1223adelaide, South Australia AustraliaAug 1, 2011

Very interesting write

marikiaTbilisi, GeorgiaAug 2, 2011

Splendid! I can relate to every word you say in this poem. So poignant and so unbearably true! Hope things will change and change for the better, and you will find what you seek. Good luck to you!