My Keys

My heart is heavy for I long to go home.
Tired and weary from this journey alone.
My soul grasping for the means to return.
As my mind searches for the keys that I yearn.
For this door though present and familiar to me.
Now lies locked and I’ve lost my keys.
So back to the field of battle I go.
To retrace my steps and fill in the gaps.
To this mystery of that which has stolen from me
Precious moments in this place that I love.
So once more I may rest my head upon my bed
To gaze upon my one true love again.

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