A token, a reminder
For him to keep forever
Upon a string of leather
Hung about his neck

The gold round coin
With a hole through the middle
Some uncompromising riddle
Of the symbolism there

To the heart it lies against
The opposite in care
And even now that I'm not there
Does it tell him what I said?

Sometimes I just wonder
In the middle of the night
If he holds it tight
And thinks of me