Wednesday, January 27, 2016
In my pocket
I have memories in my pocket they rattle among the change.
My memories of you are treasures I carry where I go.
They are stored in 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 its the memories of you that are the most precious.
" Freddy "
