The Key

When I was gone, you took the key
I’d left for you to take.
And now I know we both agree
That wasn’t a mistake.

It means that you can come and go
Exactly as you please,
And you don’t need to let me know
But blow in like a breeze.

I’ve no desire to keep an eye
On what you say and do;
I’m not the sun up in the sky,
That’s looking down on you.

We’re in this thing together now.
And shall we get along? And how!

Photo by Fa Barboza on Unsplash

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