Car Keys

October 9, 2008

originally written in October 2006

Dropped to the cutting room floor

Lost but never forgotten
Burning out like the tip of a candle

I know you’re crying

A contender muscles his way in

Not a prize, not a prize
To be seen- only Heartache

Love is a strong word,

But dreams don’t lie.

You’ll find him, don’t worry,

I heard myself say.

The Pinnacle, the Fortress,

The Server, his patience

dances in the moonlight

daring to glance at the flowering

crescent of her smile, like

the Cheshire Cat, that devil!

Hes right here, my heart replies.

Silently, because she knows already.



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