I’m sorry that you
have to carry around
that key to my heart,
that **** rusted thing,
not knowing what it unlocked.
I’m sorry that we may never meet
or that you may never unshackle me
from these heavy chains.
This is not your burden,
only mine to carry.
So treat this key
As a mystery, as a treasure
from me to you.
Let it hang around your neck
Or under your pillow
and remember that someday
somewhere is waiting to be unlocked;
a treasure for the ages.
Remember not to worry;
this story doesn’t need
a happy ending
or an ending at all.