Picking The Lock (Poetry)

I never got to meet you —
never shook you by the hand
there’s no chance now that you’ve left us
bound for some dark neverland

But I listen to your records
and I read your words at night
I need to find some answers
now the future’s not too bright

I’ve studied every lyric
and I sometimes sing along
and I think I understand them
but of course I could be wrong

If I’d only got to meet you —
if our separate paths had crossed
I could have asked you face to face
but since the chance is lost

I pick apart each line you wrote
like it’s sure to hold a clue
and unlocks the heart of who you were —
the man I never knew