Keeps

The old key keeps

Its place amongst the others on the ring

I guess I just couldn't bring myself

to press the metal open

And push it free,

Throw it away

or put it somewhere I can't feel or see.

Even though the house is no longer ours

Outside unfamilar cars parked and

The dark no longer feels the same above the roof

(It's strange how a house almost has its own name for night)

It keeps itself hanging on tight

As if its a key of the mind that from

time to time I can feel in my hand

And despite the ticking of this clock

Still manage to unlock

And for more than a minute

Step back

Just like that....