The Key Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

In High School,
We always met
Outside of her
Pottery class-

She said
She was working
On Something
For Me-

Then, one day,
She came out with
This thing in her hands
& She said,

'This is the Key to My Heart, I want You to have It.'

She handed me the key
& I dropped it immediately-
It broke into pieces
All over the floor-

Her jaw dropped-
People stared
& She was speechless-
I felt sick.

We picked up
The pieces
& Glued them
Back together

But it
Was never
The same
& We Knew.