New Search Poem by Christon SykesSmith

Sitting on the ground,
Waiting for her to come around,
For when she got there,
All I could do was stare.
For, I don't have her key.

Keeping me distance,
Watching her every move
Catching her when she falls,
Feeling like her guardian angel, but
I don't have her key.

Looking around,
Franticly scraping at the door,
Looking down at the floor,
Trying to see what's beyond the door.
AH. I have found her key.

But alas, there is no door,
The search has changed,
I look around seeing millions of key holes,
But my search MUST continue.
For, now I have her key.