The lost key:

It was over she said,
Something within him broke.
she didn't want to see or talk to him again she said,
he collapsed on the floor,
the phone fell off his hand.

It took him long to realise,
Why he held on so long.
They were kids when they fell in love,
she had seen him,
he had seen her
and they were dazed.
It was simple as that.


But that was a decade ago,
What happened now?
He couldn't take it
He couldn't let her go.
All he had of her, were those memories.


He looked at the dark trunk before him,
locked and rusted.
He wished to open it, but he had lost the key.
He wanted to break it open,
see the letters from her,
see the drawings she had sent,
when they were just in school.

He remembers it vividly now,
there were days when he had to leave her
go away for miles and days.
His love for his books was more,
Her love for him was more.

She had missed him terribly,
she drew him pictures,
and gave them when he came back.
He had never understood them,
never saw love in those drawings.

He had locked them away in a trunk,
he had lost the only key to the open.

And decades later, now, 
he sits before the trunk.
wishing he had the key,
Wanting to break it open.

To touch and smell and see those old papers,
of her drawings.
Of the old love , which he lost;
Now he missed her, 
now he knew the love for her was strong.
He longed for the hands that drew the drawings,
but instead he only looked at the teardrops in his hands.