I’ve searched high and low for you,
But to my disappointment,
You never showed.
Though I cannot be surprised.
You hide all the time, I know.
I always seem to find you
In the worst possible places;
The shallowest of gutters
And in tight, careless spaces
But, I've looked there
And I cannot seem to figure
Just where else you might be.
In counterfeit corners
And basements, maybe.
Maybe, behind friendship
And prior embraces
And behind lying eyes
On smiling faces.
I seem to have lost my keys.
Can you help me?
They must have dropped me somewhere.
I think there were three.
I wonder why I continue to look for you
Even after changing the locks.
I guess, for some reason,
I still seem to think you fit.
Though those jagged, illusive key wards
Caused my masochistic lock to split.
I used to carry you close;
Inside of wallets, purses and
College book backpacks
So, if you ever needed me to open doors,
I was only a handhold away.
No need to unpack that extra baggage
I held on my shoulder;
That backpack got heavier as I got older,
But I had just enough strength to carry us both.
No matter the size of your fraudulent growth,
I always kept you inside...
Because I thought, without you,
How would I get home?
Author Bio:
Erin-Elizabeth Carkhuff discovered her passion for writing as an elementary school student, following in the footsteps of her grandfather. She comes from a diverse family and prides herself on her ability to look at things from different perspectives. Writing gives her the freedom of self-expression, which she feels is the greatest gift she has been given. Her work is influenced by personal experiences with love and relationships, mental-health and substance abuse.
But to my disappointment,
You never showed.
Though I cannot be surprised.
You hide all the time, I know.
I always seem to find you
In the worst possible places;
The shallowest of gutters
And in tight, careless spaces
But, I've looked there
And I cannot seem to figure
Just where else you might be.
In counterfeit corners
And basements, maybe.
Maybe, behind friendship
And prior embraces
And behind lying eyes
On smiling faces.
I seem to have lost my keys.
Can you help me?
They must have dropped me somewhere.
I think there were three.
I wonder why I continue to look for you
Even after changing the locks.
I guess, for some reason,
I still seem to think you fit.
Though those jagged, illusive key wards
Caused my masochistic lock to split.
I used to carry you close;
Inside of wallets, purses and
College book backpacks
So, if you ever needed me to open doors,
I was only a handhold away.
No need to unpack that extra baggage
I held on my shoulder;
That backpack got heavier as I got older,
But I had just enough strength to carry us both.
No matter the size of your fraudulent growth,
I always kept you inside...
Because I thought, without you,
How would I get home?
Author Bio:
Erin-Elizabeth Carkhuff discovered her passion for writing as an elementary school student, following in the footsteps of her grandfather. She comes from a diverse family and prides herself on her ability to look at things from different perspectives. Writing gives her the freedom of self-expression, which she feels is the greatest gift she has been given. Her work is influenced by personal experiences with love and relationships, mental-health and substance abuse.
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