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The Brass Lock

 
I ambled the streets of the Old Port,
 when I felt that there was nothing left. 
I took out the ring once proudly worn
 and found it a place upon the fence. 
 
I locked it fast, safe among the rest,
 to be seasoned in the salty air. 
A brass lock holds the bond we made. 
                  'Loved Once' 
  --are the words I've written there. 
 
Turning my back on the locks of love
 I carried my bones into the street,
seeking a drink to foggy my mind;
 finding the air had become as sweet. 
 
The dampness from the ocean mist
 had brought a fine shimmer to the bricks,
And trapped the light in perfect circles 
 at places where the bulbs had been lit.
 
I drank a beer at the Thirsty Pig; 
 sitting alone, watched the daylight fade. 
The darkness matching the light inside,
 briefly --before it hastened away. 
 
The light had gone from my love as well,
 yet I saw the world in crisper lines. 
My eyes caught the shape of fairer smiles
 from the unknown faces walking by. 
 
I rose up --after a slow, deep breath 
 with the weight of the brass lock now gone. 
I saw a man in the glazier'd door,
 still seeking a place he might belong. 
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