Piece Of You, For Later Poem by Kewayne Wadley

She was the first person
That I ever attempted to put in my pocket.
To be honest it didn't feel right
I mean she was shorter than I &
didn't seem to mind.
For a while I carried her in a pocket
she could call her own.
Away from my keys and loose change.
Some people would stop & stare,
But between me & her it was all good fun.
Sure we made our share of mistakes
She even ate all the candy I had stashed in
my pocket.
But what no one could figure out was that
I was saving the best part of her for myself
Even if that included all of her
being scrunched up & folded in my pocket.
To be honest it didn't feel right
Especially when she'd laugh & people would
look around and only see me