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Looking through the junk drawer, searching Somewhere there's a lighter, lurking To light my daughter's fourteen birthday candles I came across, a bag of knick-knacks Orphaned screws, expired tic tacs And a key from long ago Is it from my house when I was growing up And you were always showing up And throwing little pebbles at my window I would tip-toe down the stairway And past my parents, where they Were drifting in the land of nod And I'd go out, sneaking through the side door I would plant a little fairy kiss, there upon your cherry lips And I held your freezing hands Our love was still so very new, but I knew that I would marry you You've always been the key, to open me Was it our apartment by the bakers When you were pushing papers And I was working second shift At times you barely saw me But we always had our coffee On the balcony with a morning kiss Then at night, I'd stumble in exhausted I would crawl in bed and snuggle you, we'd mash up like a W With the angles all aligned Even when my back was hurting me, we always fit so perfectly You've always been the key, to open me Was it our bungalow in Findlay With a picket fence and chimney And a garden full of pretty weeds You were in your third trimester With cravings that would fester Until you filled the need So it's out the door, for pickles and Doritos Another midnight run for groceries, I fumble for my pants and keys But I was glad to do it You were sailing through the troubled seas, to find the final puzzle piece You've always been the key, to open me So many doors, I've closed and opened Some were stuck, and some were broken But this key won't open anything of interest You've been here from the beginning Now even in the 7th inning You're still the only key, to open me