I Love to Write

[/b][b]There’s a small square box
I keep keys from locks
From out of my past
Where things didn’t last
They fit a locked door
That I opened before
Each one there within
Lying dormant in tin
Keeps a life and a love
I’m no longer part of
So as I glance inside my past life's portal
With my mortal soul, I become immortal.[/b]