The Lonely

shining in ultraviolet rays,
the lonely key sat.
upon a shelf on a wall,
for the dust had it trapped.

Its sides were rusted,
giving off that old metal smell.
not touched upon for years,
having no secret to tell.

The moon’s lonely shimmer,
on a warm summers night.
through a window in the corner,
For what was such a sight.

For it was a mystery,
for which door it would open.
but it just sat.
day by day,
not ever wanted.

Imperfectly Perfect (c) 2010