The Sanctuary Beyond the Undergrowth

My Keith [Keith, Keith, Key-thuh] is gone my Keith is gone and I’m gone someplace



I don’t know, but my Keith is gone, probably somewhere lost, trying to find his pieces, trying to remember where he’d forgotten them.

But he doesn’t realize I have them,

the one with his smile,

the one with his laugh,

the one with him.

And so my Keith is gone my Keith is gone and he doesn’t realize that the pieces are here

with me.