If tokens are all I get,
Tokens are all I’d take

Empty boxes of breath mints
Paper boats folded on
wooden tables
at little cafe’s
Bills and receipts
and tickets to shows

torn in half – one for you
one for me; like the ice creams we had
sitting on our bench
in our park
on our night

I’d say tokens are all I need
But more of them

I wanted bus ticket stubs
And a photograph
A flower I’d tuck between dog eared pages

I wanted spoons of desserts we’d shared
sitting on your couch
I wanted a borrowed T shirt
soft and worn

I’d say tokens were enough,
But I’d be lying

I do that, sometimes.

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