is mine to keep
folded in fours
stuffed into pocket  
of worn jeans  

is mine to lose
like dropped pennies
that aren’t even
copper anymore  

is mine to spend
exchanged between
hand to hand
keep the change  

is mine to waste
crumpled, tossed
into kitchen trash
atop coffee grounds  

is mine to mind
focus of attention
racing against
hand sweep  

is mine to forget
lost in laughter
caught in moment
between friends