When I walk across the room
And I see your shirt thrown
over my orderly books
I knew you cost me more than
I bargained for
emptying out my pocket at night
I noticed I may have just enough for tomorrow
Jesus had his bread and wine
but I have your smile
to distribute as I walk to the bus stop
thankful for the change
and the smile
I practice communion
with the folding of the newspaper
lying on the empty seat next to me