one time I had a penny.
I loved my penny so much.
it was so shiny.
I always kept it in my purse, or in my pocket.
one day I was walking and I tripped and it flew out of my pocket to the other side of the road..
if only I could return to a moment ago..
when it was safely nestled in my pocket.but that moment is gone.
I want it back,
that moment, my penny.
All of it.
I miss it.
but it is inanimate,
it does not want me,
miss me,
or even notice I’m gone.
nor did it notice it was ever with me in the first place.
what am I to do now?
cross the street?
the street is far too wide.
there are far too many cars.
but what if somebody else takes it?
should I sit here and do nothing?
but then again...
it's just a penny.
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