Keys
Dearstluv Writer

I have aged,
And my mind,
well, has lost
some retention.
I lay down
familiar keys,
Forgetting
Where they are.
Later, finding
and recovering
their forms,
I open doors.
It’s the day
that I lose them,
Recover them,
Don’t know
what they’re for…
Then I’ll worry,
If I don’t forget.


Previously published in rez magazine.