Continuously Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Since I was a boy I've always been infatuated with keys.
What they look like, what they represent, what they smell like.
Everywhere they could've been
That I myself have never thought.
Some keys are lost intentionally, some by mistake.
I've always wanted a key of my own that symbolizes
That I too, have something of importance.
Now that I've gotten older. One that I hope to never lose.
One day, I know that it is going to happen as life itself
Is also tangible.
Like most things that become lost.
I hope that it reaches the hands of another boy or girl
And that it encourages them of longing for the importance
Of something to protect and safeguard.
Since, I've become older.
I've become very fond of a key that I've made of every memory
That I have of you.
Along the way I've left many hints behind to remind me
Where I might've placed it if ever I lost it.
I've hid them in your voice, the look in your eye,
Beneath the throb of your heart where I too
Will continuously knock.
Until I couldn't anymore