Locked Down

Cold weight in my hand,

from some forgotten drawer.

It used to guard a secret land,

now just rust, and nothing more.

The numbers spin, stiff and slow,

not a click, not a give.

How did the code just up and go?

What memories does it live?

It’s solid still, a dark, dumb block,

a metal heart, shut tight.

Against the past, it stands like rock,

refusing to let in light.

I turn it over, feel the grit,

a promise made, then lost.

Some things you just can’t split,

no matter what the cost.