I remember you told me that there was only so much of everything in life to go around: Love. Money. Land. Luck... So when I found that penny, heads up in the dust, (tails and the luck won't work), I stowed it in my pocket promising to keep it forever. Today, when they told me how you died--alone in that flat corner of the city where love never suckles or rears its young, I dug deep in my desk, behind years of dust, pulled out that penny and wished I had shared.