coin jar
Spare moments
are spent on you
wondering if you’re spending
the same spare moments on me.
As if they’re coins slotting through the money jar
one tentatively from me
then hoping
one decisively slots in from you.
I don’t mind banking them
if we’re evenly matched
and we smash the jar open
to share our savings.
But if we count the coins
and I’ve invested more
I want them back
because I’ve over-invested
one too many times before.
Musings on relationships both friendly and romantic - moving from a growth to conservative investor. Are they thinking of me as much as I am thinking about them? Are we investing equal amounts? Battling the natural instinct to feel and fall in love, to care - with the burn of being hurt and left with a loss of love and energy.