The Key

A long time ago you gave me the key.
You came to my house in the morning.
You said, ‘If I take my dress off, can I put your shirt on?’
The key was new, bright and shiny.
I was grateful to receive it.

These days the key is old and rusty.
It hangs on a hook in the shed.
We don’t go in there so much now.
I wonder what happened to us.