Copper

I was twiddling a penny between my fingers, 

My mind lost as I stared at the copper coin.

"Do you think of him now?"

I let the penny drop to the wooden floor rattling before coming to a still.  

I didn’t say anything.  

'I forgot his name.'

"Are you scared?"

I fixated my gaze on the coin,

Not spent since 1992.

Now I wanted to leave it on the floor.

Forget the coin my mother kept.

"No."

'I don't want to remember.'