Lost Receipts Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Eyes close in remembrance.
a day dream
Awoke by the sound of a voice
The slide of a card.
The fluttering of receipts in the wind.
Crumbling in small pockets.
Knocked around by loose change.
Nickels dimes pennies.
Time flies although its been a couple moments,
The personification of sugar filled cookies that fill our mouths.
Soon dissolved by the high felt by each others company.
The comfort of each others thought
Its much to cold to go out.
Let's stay in tonight
Hand in hand