Even though
I rarely see you
anymore,
and even though
it's clear
that you've
moved on,

I'm sitting every night
observing how you come
in and out of
my mind, trying to
meditate in the
hopes of moving
on

I don't think there's
a moving on,
just a further place
from pain-
the memory gets pushed
back deeper in
the vault,
but you're the key
you'll always be
the key

You're the key
that
opens up
the vault of
hope in
me.