The substitute

The secret pockets

I had filled with cherished memories

the sum total of priceless moments

still hold my precious treasure

that salty kiss as we watched the sun come up

the movie stub when we first held hands

the single rose that you gave me the first time

I sit under the star flecked sky and

feeling the salt on my lips

let these memories embrace me warmly

(keeping the rest undisturbed for another time)

they cannot double up for you

but are a good enough substitute.