In My Pocket
I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.
My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.
They are stored on bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole.
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.
Yes, I have memories in my pocket,
like so much other stuff I keep there.
But of all the treasures I have,
it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.
Author Unknown