The things she carries

I have his keys.

I don't know him anymore and this, of course, suggests that I may never have known him.

Thinking you know someone is a cliche.......

I thought I knew him.

Now all I have are his keys and I wonder if they still fit those locks. I wonder what would happen if I just showed up to test these keys. If I just appeared, sitting cross legged on the floor of my past.

I can't remember why I left, but there was a reason. It's probably the same reason I'll never go back.

So why do I still have his keys?