Pockets of sunshine

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Now out of date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

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