Darling, I thought you were ready,
That your heart’s been healed at best,
So I loaned you the key,
To my empty cracked chest,
For a while, you took good care of it,
Filling it with souvenirs you’d brought from your life,
And for a while, I too was contented,
For how could I not be when your smile was that bright?
But, you have to understand when I decided to close the chest,
Was when I found you still snuggle close to her old sweater,
While wonders filled the space in my case,
You were having a hard time cleaning the haunting scent of hers,
So, darling, for now I think we both deserve a rest,
You, from the haunting scent and I, from the newly-filled space,
But, don’t forget when you’re done cleaning the pest,
Come by knocking for you still hold a key to my broken chest.