Inventory

Slow shine of silver keys Jacket pocket tucked, my routine Maps of memories Worn corners creased A part of my inventory Lost notes, found receipts Faded ticket stubs One day only You are a part of my inventory Kept where no one else sees Under layers, hidden close You follow me You’re stitched in, irreplaceably A part of my inventory Turning pages quietly You follow me Blue ink marks your initials Pencil tracing faded roads Photobooth pictures, old You know Magnet in my wallet, folded dollars Reminder rattle in my coat Still holding on Still holding You are a part of my inventory Kept where no one else sees Under layers, hidden close You follow me You’re stitched in, irreplaceably A part of my inventory Turning pages quietly You follow me Never traded, never tossed I keep what matters most Bit of you in every pocket In every pocket, stays Polished stone from the shoreline Puzzle piece, mismatched heart List of lies and overdue goodbyes Always you And every time I fumble Fingers find a piece of you You are a part of my inventory Kept where no one else sees Under layers, hidden close You follow me You’re stitched in, irreplaceably A part of my inventory Turning pages quietly You follow me Part by part, I carry Piece by piece, I stay A part of my inventory A part of me