Parts of You Fill My Empty Pockets

Parts of you fill my empty pockets

They shake around 

next to my keys

They don't take up too much space

I am rarely aware of their weight

And the ringing sounds they make

Have become nothing more than

background noise

But occasionally they spill out

I forget how much 

I carry around

When they hit the floor

they sometimes

break

So I spend more time putting everything 

back in it's 

place

With every piece I hold, I relive

With every piece I relive, I keep

And I still have each one

you gave me

Maybe I should return them to you

But I know your pockets are already full

With parts of me