Keys

You didn’t need to ask

for the keys to everything

because you had them all along,

even before we met,

they were kept in your right palm;

an ident of my heart pressed into your skin.


In response to day 2: keys, #onceuponaseptember

Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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