With A Key - Peter Broderick

I had enough so I went home

To the place I was raised

To my younger days

Down at the pond

She was swimming naked

With a key in her hand

With her beautiful skin

After awhile I was running naked

To any place that’s away

To my abiding grief

And back at the pond

She was digging it wider

With a key in her hand

With her unaltered patience

Before the end I went there to find her

To the growing pit, to my dried up nest

She asked why I didn’t bring the water

With a key in her hand

With her face all bright

And with her first words

I started crying

Just like I knew I would

No matter what she said

And then her smile

Turned my tears upside down

With a key in her hand

Without knowing

And though it was blurry

I could see the whole filling

And because it was blurry

But soon she was shouting

«Too much, too much»

With a key in her hand

With a chance of knowing

I got excited

I was so overwhelmed

I simply couldn’t stop

With water at my chest

With no control

Only her right hand was above the flood

With her key somewhere else

With her key somewhere else