I made a wish on your penny today.
A simple penny that devoured my attention.
I’ve tossed many before, but none like yours.
You twirled it on the counter saying that it was lucky
I saw your finger linger twisting and turning it
You didn't seem to be the superstitious type
I guess that's just another way you surprised me
With a sly grin and a wink
You walked out the door, leaving the key
Leaving a copper skin blur
It slowed, and wobbled
Signaling its eventual demise
After the penny stilled
On the cold granite  
I picked it up
Looked in its eyes
It prayed for freedom
I took it to the well
And spun it in
Hoping you were right.

In the time it took for the
Dull thud of your hammer eyes
To show any guilt
Your face had already braced me
to contain the cracking of my heart
Later, the quake came
Alone in my basement
Where all my ghosts live

I beg of you
Don’t become attached to me
Don’t love me, or hate me
My past is riddled with those I’ve left behind
The way the milky way has riddled the sky with stars
You will be no different
So don’t think of me in extremes
Be indifferent
But know I will look up at you from where I am next
I will remember our times fondly
Because I am a traveler
And we only wish on stars we have not visited

Lonely
Is my soul
For it does not see itself
Opaque
Are my eyes
For they can not feel the light
Trembelimg
Is my heart
For it does not know the way
Severed
Is my mind
For it can not meet my soul