The keys
The keys are hanging on the wall.
They find no real purpose in coming back home
and walking through door
into a house that has nothing to offer.
Which way to go?
I don't know.
They take me everywhere
before i return home.
The last evening
it was a bit strange.
I found you standing outside the door.
I never thought you would be here
after all those lonely years.
Do you still remember where we used to put keys?
Do you know it's still there?
I kept on waiting for you
to take another step
towards the hiding zone,
take out the keys
and try it for once.
I'd have ran across in a heartbeat
to catch you in my arms.
It would not have taken more than a step for you.
And i was ready to take you back into my life
You waited too long.
Waiting for me
to come
and take you inside.
Inside that door
which cannot trust you again
unless you trust them back.
I kept on waiting
turned away in the dark.
I don't know when did you leave.
I don't want to know what brought you here.
The night has a long journey to make
before it catches the story of
another locked door,
another set of keys
hanging by the wall.
We fear it would never open up
the same way
and take us back
to the same place.
