- Vol. 08
- Chapter 12
Image by Nickhil Jain
Bridge
I keep the key,
walk the bridge
searching
for 'our' padlock
amongst the rows
tarnished. I keep
the key, but in
a dark place,
it gathers rust
like blood.
I want to feel it
respond
to hidden
codes,
connection
and the spring to
emptiness,
apartness,
let it fall
to the river
with its mate,
wash away the taint
from your touch.
Bridge
I keep
the key.
Tacky tradition,
transforming hope
to burden, struts
groaning
with ranks of passions
seized and locked
and rusted and
rotted and not
a key
kept but mine.
It keeps me awake,
all the discarded keys,
locks binding
promises,
dreams which
wait patiently
for release
that never comes.
Forgotten love
whimpering
in the dark.
I keep
the
key.