Not to be

by Becca   Sep 9, 2022


Moonlight
glints
on the windows
and screens of
parked cars.
Stars sprinkle
their hope
across the heavens
for all to see.
But I stand
outside this door,
trying
to unlock it
with a key that
doesn’t work.
One thousand
other keys litter the floor with
whispers of
“not to be.”

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