Keys

Where are my keys?
My heart stands still
I have to leave
Or I never will
Catch that plane on time
Then what will I do?
What on earth
Can I say to you
You’ve told me & told me
To have a place
To always put them
I can’t save face.
And then I find them
They’re on my wrist
I’m going to make it
For our lovely tryst

© Lucille Falk Miller
~ February 17, 2004