Two Cents

There are some things

That I will never forget.

Like the habit of asking

“Two cents for your thoughts.”

As if thoughts can be bought

Using any type of currency.

Since none of that makes sense,

Here, take two.

It may not be much

But at least it means something.

It’s always worth something

If it’s coming from you.

There are some things

That will always survive

In my mind like how

Instead of two cents

You always gave five

Because you always sought

To find what I’d hidden

Deep inside myself.

So you begin by slipping

My religion from my hips;

Pulling my insecurities

From my chest and over my head

Until we exist with our souls

Embarrassingly naked.

Our interests rushing through our veins

Starting the blush in our cheeks.

Our battles recorded in

Scars and bruises

On the soft parchment of our skin.

Habits freckled across our bodies

Mapped out like

The constellations in the sky.

There are some things

That will always make me wonder

Like how you claimed that

You were made of the stars,

That you had galaxies in your eyes,

Planets in your mind

Creating life and new ideas.

And you spoke the wonders of space

When you said that one day

You would do incredible things,

And that one day I could too.

There are some things

That I will forever recite.

Like your poem about the fox

And it’s rejected love.

And now, like the fox, I sit,

Waiting,

Watching,

Maybe hoping

To find someone like you

But I’m not sure if I want to.

Because the one thing

I can’t unfeel

Is the night you left me for another.

Somehow I always knew that

I was nothing more than temporary,

But I vowed to

Never share thoughts with a lover.

So instead of two cents

For your thoughts,

Here’s a quarter to

Keep it to yourself for a change.