the vault

the vault of memory
that holds
everything,
with its set of numbers
and turns.
the savings of your life.
love and death,
images of what went
went wrong,
what was right,
all stacked within
the shelves of time.
you twist the dial
carefully,
on your knees, trying
to open the door,
to visit her once
more, you listen
to the clicks
with an ear against
the thick cold
metal, then stop.
enough with the past.
the vault. it's
time for someone new,
where love is mutual,
someone you adore.