Broken, this heart
The key to opening it,
left behind when we parted
waits still for your return
This is my response to
Thursday Photo Prompt: Secret #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Also linked to Open Link Night #268 at dVerse Poets Pub.
rivrvlogr 
I wonder what lies behind this locked heart?
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Untold stories locked away
Never see the light of day
Wounds may heal, but who’s to say
When the scars will go away
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Very well put!
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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I wonder how long it will wait?
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Wounded hearts may never know
What the lance of love may sow
Bent on waiting all the while
Chance, perhaps, to reconcile
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❤️
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This is heartwrenchingly beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Wish in one hand and spit in the other–which one gets wet first? This piece is romantic and sad, describing a place, a situation some never escape from.
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We choose our isolation. Sometimes our isolation chooses us.
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Poignant words that illustrate the photo so well!
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Thank you, Beverly.
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I like the description of the key being left behind.
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Waiting and waiting. Thank you, Frank.
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a romantic tragedy well composed!
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Thanks. 🙂
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Once lost, we are always looking for that key. (K)
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So true.
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I like the hopeful longing, though this is a sad situation.
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Thank you.
A toss of a coin
The turn of a key
While holding out hope
For what love can be
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Sweet enough to bring a person back I believe …. very nice.
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Thank you. 🙂
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I hope there is a key to find for everyone… but perhaps it’s the search for the key that really matters the most.
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I do agree, and sometimes it’s hard to let go of that key when it’s time has passed.
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Tragically beautiful, Ken. Neither lock nor key are whole until they are brought together.
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Thank you, Sue. 🙂
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Thank you for sharing this, Sue.
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