Contributor: Maggie Giles - - That heart shaped lock hangs on my door, reminding me of better times. It makes me think of you. The heart shaped lock hangs on my door, whispering forgotten memories. Accusing, pleading, crying, begging. That heart shaped lock upon my door. The key is long lost; it went missing almost five years back, but it didn’t matter then. I didn’t want to remove it. I still remember the day your strong hands took my small ones and held them tightly while we closed the lock together. “A symbol of our love,” you swore. “We will never be apart.” My eyes fluttered shut as you kissed me. Your lips were always warm and soft. I never knew how your touch could always be so perfect. But it was. That heart shape lock still hangs on my door. Whispering, haunting, mourning. The day you left, my heart went cold, hard and metal...

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Author: Maggie Giles