10/19

Presents
when we are born
we are given a box
and a key;
when we are children we see no significance
we just want to open it
to let out the
treasure
or money
or whatever else it holds;
as we get older
we do get suspicious
why does the key
not fit the lock
is something that we've
probably asked;
we all want to throw away the box
it has no meaning
no sentimental value
or so we think...

It wasn't untill I had been walking one day,
to be hit from behind-
dropping the key in which I wanted answers to.

She smiled sweetly, picking it up for me,
I said my thanks and walked away.
It had not occured to me-
that she had switched our keys.
And at once, the box opened.
I now know who holds my heart.