Your Keys


Your keys are missing
From the end table tonight

Yet somehow I still feel you
In this bed

I feel your hatred
In this house

And smell your warm
Whiskey breath

Picking out another scarf
And long sleeve shirt
For tomorrow

I hope you're not really gone
But then again

Your keys are missing
From the end table tonight

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