April 16

There is a tiny key
I hold it inside my heart
closed over
so it remains dark

I forget it is there sometimes
but then it starts to rain
and I feel that familiar clinking
pulling me towards its chain

Links forged from another metal
not from my land of love
I shrug my shoulders and wait
one day
when the ledge is close
I won't even need a shove.

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