Somewhere there is a key
To the rusty heart
Beating in me
If someone finds it
The question is
Will it still fit
Maybe it’s not really lost
But still held in the hand
Of the one whom I loved most
Perhaps one day
He will return
With promises to stay
Will rust and decay
Built up over time
Block the lock, keep him away
Or will a stranger
Take a risk
Ignore the danger
Steal the key
That’s wasting away
Force the lock
And release me
E.A. Fussell
8/13/2019
E. A. Fussell 