Lost my keys in the garden trying to find the door to your heart. I should have known you’d lock me out. And as I sat there, waiting, deciding whether or not to try the doggy door, a nice man walked up to ask for some sugar.
It was your neighbor, John.
I told him you weren’t home to save himself the trouble of knocking, so I offered him some of mine instead. We spoke over coffee and I asked him to stay for dinner. Made him my famous vegan lasagna and bonded over kombucha and new beginnings. Sent him home with a box of leftovers and he left me with the key to his heart.
I watched as he turned the corner and booked it to your house — desperately trying to get back a piece of me that never belonged to you in the first place. Like a needle in a haystack, I panic. Hopelessly lost in your garden of twigs and weeds; you never watered the seeds that I planted here, did you?
That’s when he sees me, John. With eyes like the sea after a storm, he asks me what I’m doing and I tell him I’ve lost my keys, so he gives me his glasses to help me see — I didn’t realize I was blind until my key was standing right in front of me.
And just like that, my door opened and I was home.
I am home.
Published by B.K Laurel
As it says in my tagline: I'm just a writer writing about love because that's what all the cool kids are falling into these days. However, the type of love I write about is based more on the likeliness of modern day heartbreak. I originally started this blog as an outlet for therapy. I believe writing soothes the mind and allows us to express our feelings, which is exactly what I do here -- but in the form of poetry and spoken word pieces. I began writing in 2016 and I like to think the content I put out is relatable and hard-hitting since there's nothing new under the sun. You'll come to find I struggle a lot but without struggles, there is no growth, and believe me, I am growing.
Slowly, I am working towards publishing my own works. Gallimaufry (one of the categories here on my blog) is one of them. I'm also in the process of writing, "war & peace", "where two hearts unify as one", & "i sold my heart to buy yours".
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I'll be seeing you,
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Thank you, so so much..💛