Sunday, January 3, 2016


If It was about the value of this penny 
All the change in your pocket wouldn't do

It's not about me , it was always about what they saw in you - 

I walked around with out a mirror for so long , passing strangers , face planted in the ground 
Back faced into the crowd 


But it was you 
The one you couldn't face 
All along - 

It was your weight I carried 
On the shelf 

I toss the penny in the well 
Staring eye to eye now in the crowd 

Sometimes me 
Sometimes them 

A pocket of change 
Your regret