There was a lock around my heart,
chains dragging behind me, longer than Jacob Marley’s.
I thought I’d have them forever,
but it turned out that words are a great corrosive,
eating into the toughest metals.
They didn’t come from me, I was too much
on the inside, struck dumb by expectations and resigned attitudes.
They came from you, from a single offer you made
of trying to help me solve a puzzle.
Neither of us realised the puzzle