
the key fits the lock just right, as it did
on that fateful night, when we first met,
feeling free
were we
to explore, understanding our hearts’ galore,
combined
that first step, in a multifaceted romance,
with
deep feelings lasting centuries, unbound, limitless,
and grounded in a love,
bleeding
found under a field of compassion, where flowers
grow tall, and their hearts sprout everything,
no doubt
nay
resoluteness, replaced all doubt, and what did sprout,
was tender as a supple branch, blowing
in the afternoon breeze
and, as I reach for my keys one last time, I reminisce on all
the love we felt within, and know
time will move on
yet what will remain is the key just the same,
the one we used to unlock years
of passionate embrace
and a love that was sweet, like sugar cane…
In response to the WDYS#108 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
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