Waiting To Be Opened

There is a key she wears around her neck on a black band
"It is the key to my heart,"she tells me
with a smile of what appears to be remorse;
however, it could be mistaken for happiness.
At any rate, she tucks the key back into her shirt.
and hides it...
as if she were ashamed she still had it.

At any rate, she tucks the key back into her shirt.
and hides it...
as if she were ashamed she still had it.

"Hey," I say. "You've got to hide your love away,"
hoping to brighten her smile.
Instead, I watch it fade.
She nods thoughtfully
and gathers her things,
as if I've just reminded her of where she'd rather be.

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