12-24-2019, 01:46 AM
The last note
As a poem lies within the boundaries of a page,
Our love has been encapsulated within the four corners of your room.
Limited in its physical presence,
Its impact bursts forth, filling the immeasurable mind and heart in perpetuity.
The keys to my existence in your life are
Enduring words and ephemeral appearances.
The key to your house was a misconception.
It was not an invitation for consistency.
Whose house have I been entering?
The spirit who howled in my love is no longer.
I return this key and now we are equals,
Strangers, standing outside locked doors.
As a poem lies within the boundaries of a page,
Our love has been encapsulated within the four corners of your room.
Limited in its physical presence,
Its impact bursts forth, filling the immeasurable mind and heart in perpetuity.
The keys to my existence in your life are
Enduring words and ephemeral appearances.
The key to your house was a misconception.
It was not an invitation for consistency.
Whose house have I been entering?
The spirit who howled in my love is no longer.
I return this key and now we are equals,
Strangers, standing outside locked doors.