Faded jeans with scuffed and ragged pockets

House all I hold dear

A little space for Knowledge

Love

Hate

Fear

Hope

The Front Left pocket is yours and yours alone

Hardly filled, but far from empty

It will always be there

Waiting, wishing

My hand dips in daily, draws out Memories

Thoughts

Emotions

Desires

Love

Drifting lazily through my mind

Clouds upon an errant wind

Soothing my soul