next year.

 I have that key that leads to nowhere. but always somewhere.
sideways drops in the summer, lead me there, like  a special gate opening up for that once a year.
inside he seems to wait. never changing. always waiting.
conversation gushes into open air like lady bugs.
then settles lightly with the burning fire or a lightening bug.
as i touch his hand and leave him with a smiling eye, i lock the door and savor that moment, 
until my once a year arrives in the. next.year.