a penny for my thoughts

sometimes I dream of robbing a bank maybe you'd see me on the local news it'd ask have you seen this man? and you'd pay me a thought, well wishes. when I was 9, I wished for my grandma to walk again the quarter splashed in the strip mall's fountain before clinking onto the tiled floor as if winking to me ever since then, I keep a quarter in my shoe, just in case. if a thought is love's currency, then I have been penny-pinching the time we have spent together if I did not have enough change, would you count it against me? heartbreak will leave you bankrupt my burnt-holed pockets think maybe if I save up enough, I can accrue some interest I am indebted to the memory of you, a cruel creditor and me, a faithful debtor. here I am, at the bank, again my reflection in the ATM loading screen vacant eyes - a failure of imagination hands in pocket, fingers blister for change.