I Never Returned the Spare Key

The key stayed at the back of the drawer,

long after everything else had been returned.

When Noah moved out, everything was accounted for.

Boxes packed.

Rooms cleared.

Surfaces wiped down.

They walked through the flat together.

Checked cupboards.

Checked windows.

Agreed on what stayed and what went.

The key wasn’t mentioned.

It had been given earlier.

For convenience.

For shared access.

While packing, Noah found it in a coat pocket.

He held it for a moment.

Then placed it in his bag.

He told himself he would return it later.

Drop it through the letterbox.

Hand it back in person.

There was time.

The first few weeks passed quickly.

New routines.

A different place.

The key stayed in the drawer.

Unreturned.

It stopped feeling practical.

Stopped feeling necessary.

It simply remained.

Occasionally, he would come across it.

Pause.

Then close the drawer again.

They spoke for a while after.

Messages about logistics.

Then less.

Then none.

Years later, the key still sits there.

Packed and carried through different homes.

Not used.

Not returned.

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

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