The fluff and the dust in my pocket. 
A receipt for coffee for two. 
I don't remember buying. 

A memory that's been 
Folded so many times. 
The creases have become part of it.

Tobacco crumbs and filters.
The white lid of an orange bottle,
Carelessly forgotten. 

A coin that I keep. 
The one that you gave me. 
The one I never spend. 

A half-smoked stale spliff. 
Saved for another day 
That never came. 

And the years gather dust, 
On this unworn jacket,
That I can't throw away.