R.I.P

A chest.
Locked and sealed.
Like all vaults of secrets are.
Resting on sand, dark and submerged.
Awaiting attention and care.
Someone to unveil all those hidden mysteries.
Keys were placed in my hands.
I never took the plunge. 
Confusion held me down by my ankles.
But one day I dove in.
Spontaneity in my bones.
Determination in my heart.
Curiosity in my mind.
I swam down. 
No key but my own.
The one I had all along but never knew.
But there was nothing at the bottom.
No chest.
Nothing except regrets and remorse.
Grief and despair.
Tears mixed with ocean water.
Mine.
My fault. 
All gone now. 
Lost forever.
I’m sorry…