Lock down, when once I could see it all and now
I’m blocked from view. And I wonder what it is
you hide from me and why it is it needs to be hid.
Where once was one is now…how many? And words
reserved are now shared without the precious trust.
What’s felt can always be undone and curiosity will
always out smart and it is the turning of the key
not the shutting of the door that breaks the precious bond.