Eight buttons from an old pea jacket

I still have eight
old buttons the color
 of old gold
 to remember you by.
Eight buttons from an
 old dark blue pea jacket.
 Eight golden anchors
 to remember you by.
And although I rarely
 take out gold buttons,
 they will always
 remind me of you.
 The golden anchors
 of my memory.
 Golden anchors
that remember the storms
 of the blue sea
 and your cold blue eyes.
I still have eight
old buttons the color
 of old gold
 to remember you by.


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