It wasn't the right key,
No, the lock has been changed:
I am no more welcome!
Her heart has a new owner,
who waited like a wily fox,
to pounce upon our turmoil.
The key I had was handed over,
from another man,
who had a different ideology;
that she couldn't afford to carry,
for an entire life.
She gave me the key with a caveat:
that she is a bird,
I shall hold her in my hand,
but not catch her like in a cage.
I had told her:
I would love to see her fly high,
chasing her dreams,
I will catch her if she falls.
I realised that she is indeed a bird:
who keep flying and meeting new birds,
spending time and banter at will,
keeping her options open, if she's impressed.
She's less bothered about the partner;
She only cares about her happiness.
She can't bear any critique:
she need only praises,
and someone who supports her,
even the wrong moves.
I have breached that caveat:
She didn't wait for long for another adventure!
A poem based on #FromOneLine wordprompt. Image from Unsplash.