It's the only thing I have that reminds me of you.
I can play with my memories and have moments in my daydreams
But they'll never be fully memorable or new
And it's never truly you, if it was, I'd forever remember them, down to the colour of your jeans.
I enjoy looking at you and think about nothing
Or sometimes wonder what will happen in the year to come.
It's a flip of a coin, and I hope it lands on heads.
I find my lips move to sing
More and more everyday,
It was you who encouraged this and enabled me to love
Who I am, further as we stared at each other in our separate beds.
My thumb rubs the coin till it's warm,
It brings a smile to my face
Mainly when you're not there.
But when there are streets for us to roam
I won't forget the weight of the little coin in my pocket- it's rightful place.
And I hope to remember that every choice made by the coin, was fair.
And I'll flip it every day.
My twenty p coin.
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Still Wishing
Poetry- C o m p l e t e d - Started on the 23. 02. 19 Completed on the 27. 05. 19 DEEP poems And others not so deep. Hope you like them. They get better as you read. #6 quickread || 02. 01. 2019 #262 short || 16. 01. 2019 #2 anythingreally || 23. 02...
