#LostKeys

In empty pockets, they silently stay
Keys without locks, with nothing to sway
Their purpose lost, like autumn's leaves
Forgotten dreams, in forgotten eaves

I hold on tight, though they're useless to me
A habit, a reflex, a lingering memory
Of doors that once opened, of paths that once led
Now, only a reminder of what's been long dead

In the darkness of drawers, they...