my home is where my heart is
just a few have the keys
so I let them in

but most have the wrong key
some lose the keys, never to return
some find their way to a different home

I want to let them in
but when I do
my anxiety crawls
and the doors open to walls

the one that I long for, has not found the key
while I ponder and wonder in a room full of thoughts
sometimes I can hear the clanging of keys next door