This gold chest
I hold near my breast
Reeks of the memories encased inside
Many days of blowing smoke,
passing pipes and getting high
Carefree days of
    You and I
Fingers intertwined
And after many shots
and glasses of wine
we would unwind with a dime
and let our hands do the talking
   This gold chest, I open every day
It wasn’t mine to take
because you didn’t give it to me
But you don’t care anyway
I longed for your memory
So with me, it will stay