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I keep a locket
close to my heart.
It’s more like a token,
it doesn’t open.
But I keep hoping
I’ll find you inside.
You don’t like to hide.

I keep a cup
on my kitchen table
it’s more like a placeholder
for when you’re older.
But I’m still eager
for you to join me.
You don’t drink coffee.

I keep a paper
in my typewriter
it’s more like my wish:
your name with a kiss.
But I never follow my bliss
it leads me to you.
You don’t have a clue.

I keep a locket
close to my heart.
It’s more like a token,
it doesn’t open.
But I keep hoping
I’ll find you inside.
You’re only in my mind.