Unsent Key

(hmmmm) Sit on the wooden bench

Looking at the darkened glass

Of the diner down the road

Your number blocked at last

I still keep the spare key in my pocket

Though the lock was changed so long ago

Almost typed the words to say I'm sorry

Underneath the street lamp's amber glow

Your draft is waiting in the screen

A flickering cursor in the cold

I spin the metal ring around

A secret never to be told

I still keep the spare key in my pocket

Though the lock was changed so long ago

Almost typed the words to say I'm sorry

Underneath the street lamp's amber glow

(almost sent it)

(still got the key)