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.'