One day,
I will waste away
small enough
to fit in your pocket.

You’ll tuck me away,
beg me to stay,
a paperweight
to fit in your pocket.

Like clay,
molded to play.
Finally worthy
to fit in your pocket.

You’ll lovingly say,
“I’ll take you away,”
small enough
to fit in your pocket.

For this day,
I’ll always pray.
Just air
to fit in your pocket.

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Thank you for reading,

Victoria Elizabeth