Locked, Just Like I Found It
I slipped on my thinking shoes
And walked around her heart some.
My footsteps echoed in empty rooms;
All the furniture had been stolen.
She’ll never know I visited there
‘Cause it’s locked! ( just like I found it).
Walking away, I heard me whisper,
“I’ll bet she misplaced the key.”
Copyright © Ron Porter | Year Posted 2010
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