Currency Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

I dream you are still here
The only possible way
To salve the wound
What currency is this
What must I pay
To hold on to this

We awake in our flat
Coffee on the balcony
We make love again
What currency is this
That keeps this goin'
That makes me want to stay

We walk to a small cafe
It is sunny and warm
We sit outside and have our fill
Of food and café au lait
Writin' in my journal
Of things we talk about and see
The way the sun shines in your hair
The way your hand feels in mine
The way I feel when you laugh
The way I see myself in your eyes

What currency keeps this goin'
How to make sure this never ends