52 Cents

I wonder if you noticed it?  It was 52 cents returned.  I held onto it from the night it was left on my bedside table.  It meant something to me.  It was a memory; a cherished memento.

To some it might seem a silly thing to hold on to. You probably never even made the connection when it dropped from the bag of items I returned to you.  But I know it's not in the little dish on my table.  I miss it being there.  I hold small things in great regard.

I held us in great regard.  We were a litany of small, remarkable things.  The tangible items were returned, but the intangible will be held in my heart forever - and that was the greater part of the sum that made us.

I love you.