If you did happen
to chance upon one
You couldn't tell it
from the many like it
Gathering dust by the road,
left uncared at the kerb
A nondescript scrap of tin,
ragged edges to go with it
A lost longing,
riding unrequited feelings
A key
to the doors of possibilities
A love
locking away hearts in impossibilities
Left to rust,
unclaimed
as the doors
and hearts
await to open
and get a closure.
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