I Turned The Lock, You Hold The Key Poem by Karen Thornburg

I turned the lock...
Merely fooling myself,
I thought I had moved on.
Time is the only remedy for grief.
No temporary diversion suffices.
Will this regret ever cease?
Or will it consume me to the grave?
With each thought, such sorrow reoccurs
My soul bend's to the abyss.
I really have loved you all this time.
Is it too late now?

You hold the key
Has the hourglass has been spent.
I must go on now.
With or without an empty heart.
Will you ever love me again?
Never, that's impossible.
This scene takes place again and again.
How much can a woman's heart take?
This path can't be over, can it?
Life just keeps moving.
Will it stop for you and me.

I turned the lock
But you hold the key.