Asking My Keys Back
ASKING MY KEYS BACK
You found the keys to my heart
Unlocked the door walked in.
You dusted off the unused house,
Opened the windows, let it begin.
You set up the gas stove, cooked delicacies.
The aroma of your love, spread throughout.
Crease on the carpet, you straightened.
The ones that had accumulated without.
Then came the night, when you wore the dress
Spread the rose petals, set the bed.
Lights were turned off; it was pretty dark.
Yet, for the first time, my heart glowed bright red.
The house that had never been inhabited,
Was finally full, satisfied, well-fed.
The twist of fate, but, came uninvited
A storm shook up our roots, leaving us bereft.
You turned off the light, closed the windows,
Packed your bags, locked the door and left.
Each time I sent a note your way
The sound echoed back with no effect.
But you still have the keys to my heart.
You left it frothing and hopeful to claim.
The house is still owned by you
Even though it’s not on your name.
So now I’m asking my keys back,
Let someone open the door to the rain.
The void is relentlessly painful.
Let it get inhabited again.
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