Key

How did you end up with my key?

You of all people

Did you steal it?

Did you watch and wait

like a midday fiend?

Did you plan and scheme?

Did you pick it off the floor

knowing it was mine -

deciding your hatred for me

had dimmed enough over time

to return it to me with a vacant smile?

Or did it just happen

to fall into your hands?

Maybe the universe planned

to make us both face our fears

Was it fate that brough us here

standing face to face

once more?

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originally written late 2013 / early 2014