A magick key (for an inadvertently key-shaped poem)
A quick one this: I don’t often get slushy and when I do, it tends to be short! And this is very much in that vein.
The prompt for the 12th was to write a list of things you would want to say but would never (thereby, of course, saying them) – so this started from there and became a brief love poem of things unsaid:
Want/Need
or, Doors/Keys
I want to say
I didn’t know that before
you, I didn’t realise
there was so much
I didn’t know that
I thought
I couldn’t do. But
you,
you and me,
both glass doors,
both lost keys:
you don’t need
to hear it.