Keychain


We wrote promises
hung them on a keychain
and put them in the junk drawer
among all the odds and ends
we thought we would use again.

Days ran downhill into years
until watching dreams crumble
rusted our starlight eyes.

Every spring we prop the windows open
with last years unfinished, rifle through
decades of memories, and pretend
faded ink wasn't the key to our misery.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

 (Not every poem is about me. )  :)  

 Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ Promising Prompt

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
:rusted our starlight eyes"....wow.........beaUTIful write, Susie and LOL at the "not every poem is about me".
February 16, 2015 at 3:17 PM
brudberg said…
Oh those promises that can just lay there resting,,without refreshed ink how can we pretend they're valid,
February 16, 2015 at 3:33 PM
Outlawyer said…
A great metaphor, Susie, something about both chain and key! A bit of an oxymoron it one we rarely think about. Thanks. K.
February 16, 2015 at 5:24 PM
Anonymous said…
Days ran downhill into years until watching dreams crumble rusted our starlight eyes..... That is soooo good.
February 16, 2015 at 6:41 PM
Ella said…
Sad and haunting-yet so beautifully written! I love your "rusted our starlight eyes"..wow, great imagery!
February 16, 2015 at 10:15 PM
Kerry O'Connor said…
Excellent turn around, Susie. You always write with a keen eye on the vagaries of relationships.
February 17, 2015 at 9:10 AM
Grace said…
How sad to watch dreams crumble rusted our starlight eyes ~ Good one Susie ~
February 17, 2015 at 4:51 PM
Margaret said…
ahh.. the junk drawer. Or junk drawer(s) in my case.
February 18, 2015 at 8:59 PM
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