Pockets

A hiding place for secret text messages,
Underneath the dining-room table.

A haven to take refuge in,
When an awkward moment arises.

A source of happiness,
When a forgotten ten-dollar bill is found.

A place to store junky things,
Empty packets of sugar and old mints.

A place to store precious things,
Scribbled down phone numbers and loose-leaf keys.

A collectors chest,
Full of grains of sand from every summer night.

A home for frozen hands,
desperate for warmth.