I sit wrapped in the darkness
Content in my solitude
Resigned to my reality
The door was bolted long ago
The key hidden for safekeeping
I barely hear the knock
Lost in the adventures of my mind
The knock becomes louder
Rising from the chair I peek out the window
I see you standing there
I do not move
You wait patiently
I stumble to find the key
And unbolt the door slowly
You walk in and light a candle
I gaze around the room
As if seeing it for the first time
It is vaguely familiar
We talk for hours
Each on opposite sides of the room
The sun begins to rise
I am compelled to pull back the dusty drapes
Everything is so bright
I feel the warmth on my face
I am exhilerated and giddy
I turn to share my joy with you
But the candle has gone out
And you are gone without a word
I slowly close the drapes
And turn the key in the lock
I lower myself into the chair
Confused-was this a dream?
No, I am holding the key
I sit quietly in the cold darkness
No longer content in my solitude
Vividly aware of my reality
I wonder where to hide the key this time
I know just the place
Even in the darkness the key shines
Resting in the freshly discarded coffee grounds

WOW !!!

Nice. I love the way you play with our expectations - leading us one way then jerking us to a completely different perspective. Even the ending has a jarring kind of ambiguity to it.

awesome first post Jayne.
very bold of you...

very nice-this

oh, the expectations...the illusion and reality of hope...Very nice, Jayne!!!

Thanks

Very nice Jayne