You were one of a holy trinity: keys,
wallet, bus pass. How I’d rub you
in my fingers, the endless possibilities
and how I failed us both
shuffling you in a pocket full of ones
as I pulled them out, deaf to the click
of you hitting the pavement. Blocks away
throat tightening, cars streaming,
certainty pulling away.
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