The Key
In his hand lay the key
Forgetting all that was
Escaping in silent solitude
Our wave of solace within
Ending of a time not meant to be
Searching for justification left with fear
Unrelenting fear, for unknown
Words we wanted to say
Yet in pause, could not share
As frustration walked my way
We talked, cried in desperation
Gathering thoughts of resolution
Seeking undeniable absolution
But forgiveness was never found
Buried in his hand lay the key
As he lifted his hand to sign
Noting the correctness of
The parchment before his eyes
In stoic silence he ended our lie
Sonrisa © August 19, 1998
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