Charms

In my drawer, I find charms. Charms missing their chains, Charms that once had a purpose. One in particular catches my eye. A heart, But with a piece missing. A piece in the shape of a key. I know who holds the key, And it brings me to tears, Engraved in the back, There are two names. 'Alec + Kiyah' the charm says, And I know the key says the same. Why do I torture myself like this? It didn't work, We both know this. Yet little things will make me remember, Remember what I have done to him. And what he had done to me. I set the charm down, Letting the past go. I tell myself that it was right, It was right to save myself the grief. Although it broke his heart.