Through the keyhole darkly,
he could now remember his name
Through the keyhole darkly,
his medicine kicked in once again
Through the keyhole darkly,
he knew his daughter by her face
Through the keyhole darkly,
he was now back home in his space
Through the keyhole darkly,
his dog was closely by his side
Through the keyhole darkly,
his eyes though saddened, opened wide
Through the keyhole darkly,
her voice unwrapped the precious gift
Through the keyhole darkly,
a love once anchored, set adrift
Through the keyhole darkly,
he felt the light begin to dim
Through the keyhole darkly,
his markers fade, his reference thin
Through the keyhole darkly,
the killer thief arrives once more
Through the keyhole darkly,
—all loss of self and nothing more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)