Lost Key Poem by Tohru Frost

Like the end of a key,
He can be crass and sharp.
Maybe stern or stubborn.
Cast in brass,
He is also strong and bold.
A hollow inside,
Is this key,
For I don’t understand,
What he keeps hidden from me.

Related by blood,
He was the one,
Who played with me in mud.
As we grew,
We opened separate doors,
Leading down different passages.
I sometimes would look back,
To find him behind me.
He always watched me,
Even if I didn’t know.
If I found a locked door,
One I wanted to open,
He was my key,
There beside me.
People don’t see,
See what I see.
Despite what he ever said to hurt me,
I know what he will always be,
My key,

Now,
As age divides us,
I don’t want to allow,
A space created between.
Just what I didn’t want,
I feel as if…
He is lost to me.
My brother…
A lost key.

~Deadicated to Carter My Brother~