key chain

seven sets of keys

to the houses

of different friends

scattered between 

four cities,

their doors and arms 

swinging wide.

access offered hot

without question

or schedule.

each jangling 

their flat bell ring,

sounding their care

while I mechanically unpack 

into the sixth space

to be briefly mine

over the last three years.

the metallic pile,

souvenirs of 

every emotion.

one day I'll 

make copies of 

my future keys

for everyone 

ever dear.

make beds, coffee 

and time 

for them all.

laugh at 

what we used

to think 

was hard.