Keys — pt.2

Oct 26 · 2 min read

I thought that this bunch of keys
I used to carry, tingling from my belt
Could define me.
Each key was for a different house in my life
My parent’s, my saviors’, my friends’
My apartment’s, the next one’s
My girlfriend’s.
Each key represented their trust
Their love, their expectations
All those keys
All those houses
But no home.

The problem was, that none of those houses
Was really mine.
As a matter of fact
I never had the keys of the house I grew up in
In the first place.
My parents never gave them to me.
The problem was that
I made promises to myself.
Without thinking too much about it
Holding back tears and smiles.
The problem is,
I have a dream
It may be stupid, it may be impossible
But it’s mine.

I want to go far away
To escape from myself
See new places
And grow.
I want to be somebody
I want to be remembered.
I thought I had no time for emotions
For feelings, I was just afraid

In the end
I will finally allow a single, last tear
To drop on the floor of the airport
Or of the train station
Or the dock.
I will let it crash on the ground
Where it will be washed away
By this rain

Like it never existed.

In the end,
I will finally allow myself to smile
As I look back, and see you
Waving at me, the smartphone at the ready
Wishing me luck.
In the end, I don’t need all those keys
I just need one, the one to your heart

And to that one I’ll hold on forever.


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Male, 24, Italy. Freelance comic book artist and illustrator. Unapologetic troublemaker. Extreme coffee evangelist. Superhero.