you think i have written about you but
i have not
i have used you for a bridge to a place
i can't go otherwise
a ticket to a play
as yet unwritten.
you will say it's not love but
ask again tomorrow and tell me
on friday if
you still think the sentence makes sense.
you have a key, that's all that matters.
let yourself in.
no one else even knows
the address, the days of the week
when the windows are unlocked,
where the opener is
or what to do when they find it.