Key to my wooden vault
Just some bittersweet memories,
a few never-sent letters,
a diary with two empty pages that are
yet to be filled with a happy ending,
some pieces of broken stars
caught during midnight while
drunk in insomnia of a lost soul,
some empty dreams,
some sea shells that still
resonate the sound of waves,
some unwrapped gifts of
people I lost contact with.
I put them all in a wooden vault
along with few incomplete poems
about unmoored sorrows
and locked with a key as
I bid goodbye to my past.
The key lies in one corner of my drawer,
a bit rusted waiting for my touch.