Loose Change

I am an attempt at language. Order and meter and rhythm tempt me.

I am pin-pricked and full of old words today.

Nervous Habit (2005)
Put me in your pocket when you go,
Tucked beside your keys
And leather wallet.
Leave me there, forgotten,
That you may rediscover what we had
Like a handful of loose change.
Let me be a weight against your body
Always there to kiss your nervous fingers
As they dig for some familiar comfort.
Put me in your pocket when you go
That we may ease this blow we've suffered
Saying goodbye.