Key

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.