Meant to throw away
Now there's mold
All around
Reminding me I still
Have pieces of you
To give away
Your folded cap and shirt
Ready to kiss and say
Goodbye
Your coke shirt with a
Handkerchief  tucked deep
Inside
For the ladies to cry on
Although it's been a while
I can't give away your
Pencil or paper
You used to write your
Stories on
Perhaps you can
Whisper a joke to me
A prank to play
And that I can
Keep forever