I Kept a Copy of the Key After I Left

The key stayed at the bottom of his bag,

long after everything else had been returned.

When Leo moved out, everything was accounted for.

Boxes packed.

Rooms cleared.

Surfaces left as agreed.

They walked through the flat together.

Checked cupboards.

Checked windows.

The key wasn’t mentioned.

It had been cut earlier.

For convenience.

For shared access.

He found it while packing.

Held it for a moment.

Then placed it back in his bag.

He told himself he would return it.

Drop it through the letterbox.

Hand it over properly.

There was time.

The weeks passed.

New place.

Different routines.

The key stayed where it was.

Unreturned.

It stopped feeling practical.

Stopped feeling necessary.

It simply remained.

Occasionally, he would come across it.

Pause.

Then move on.

They spoke for a while after.

Messages about logistics.

Then less.

Then none.

Years later, the key is still there.

Moved between places.

Packed without comment.

Not used.

Not returned.

Just a small piece of access to somewhere that no longer belongs to him.

And he understands that some endings

don’t happen when you leave,

but when you decide

there is nothing left

to give back.

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