The Spare Key Returned
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
On moving day you place my spare key
on the kitchen counter.
For six years it meant:
come in,
water the plant,
wait here if the rain starts.
Now the new tenant will change the lock.
We both understand.
I slide the key back toward you.
Keep it, I say.
Not because it opens anything,
but because once it did,
and that is worth carrying.
65 words · 13 lines · Free Verse