Hands pushed deep
Into the rain mac of Spring
Small pockets of sunshine
Thaw cold, tired hands
Within soft, familiar linings
Spare warm change
Loose, amongst used tissues
Crumpled with old receipts
Of promises and dreams
Now out of date
A spare key to your heart
Familiar by touch
Returned, unwanted
A reminder of what was
The locks now changed
Bits of fluff from the past
Cling like velcro
To an old chocolate wrapper
Sticky from saccharin promises
Of empty, sweet fulfilment