Iron key
12/27 2020
His victim, while walking free from his share
Was soon to be caught by his glare
The reflection in the store's window
Bouncing in his soul toward imagined infinity,
Toward the dream of absolved loneliness
Was enough to dissolve any hint of nervousness
She wore a black coat, her hair was too
Her eyes told the story of sorrow, and echoed blue
There was a familiar key buried someplace deep below
Even though she could smell metal in her tired nostrils
She imagined it hitting hard against a gravelly road
Her interest, of course, was on that road
She knew it, he knew it unwillingly
The birds sang, the sun sank
Coffee smell made its way through café windows
Words that almost were uttered echoed to distant Februarys, God too
But past those lips his truth was never revealed
It rested, written out on his flaky skin
His hands still abided faithfully to his rational chains
A phoenix is not all that heaven has to offer
He knew it, and thought it, and whispered it
But his heart was an unused muscle, so he held his words
Like the morning star to the evening star,
Their goal was the same, only, none knew it yet.