keep the change.

playing in the cold.

air all around

and not a breath to spare.

the warmth of your room

i cannot afford,

i've tried and paid once

with more than i had.

my pockets are empty,

torn and unmended,

and both refuse my requests

to keep anything i'd had.

it's funny, you see.

i had the idea as a child

that i would find you,

and here i am,

thinking, believing i have.

i kept pennies of luck,

sweet nickels and dirty dimes,

quarters of myself,

i saved, you see!

you're the wish

that finally broke my piggy bank.

i waited, for you.

i gave, and you still aren't mine.

but that's okay.

i can be happy,

knowing that you are there,

knowing that i found a

childish memory of mine in you,

knowing that though you won't stay,

i won't stay either,

that as you forget,

i'll forget too.