The Heart’s Initiative Poem by Phantom Anonymous

The day I left, holding tight the key to the front door, knowing I may never return, yet clutching the map and the key as close to my breast as the feathers to its host, within... known such a presence, never to be as it was. Memories of such an altercation clouds an already shrouded consciousness, images seep deep within a mind that refuses to accept it’s lost, and to a heart that denies the existence of another to your future bond. A heart can hope; that day may come, the duties of an almost long-forgotten key and map may be required to once more, as it was then, allow the heart at least one more faint glimpse of the love that slid away. Still as it remains the heart carries the map and key forever in it’s grasp, knowing.......yet hoping…. to use that key again.

'For the one I still wait for'