Deposit

I deposit pieces of you
like coins into a piggy bank.
it’s not a lot,
little bits every day,
but I convince myself it will add up
to something significant later.
I keep it handy for the days it feels
like my love account is running
on empty
and I need a boost
to feel exciting
and beautiful and wanted.
I figure that someday,
somehow,
loving you has got to pay off
in some way.