There’s a pub in Smithfield called Token
Where you can go play on retro arcade games
Like street fighter, dance dance revolution, and tekken.
We went a long time ago, on a date.
You wouldn’t go on the dance machine like a loser,
And I kicked your arse
Because I am the fucking queen of tekken.
I found a little golden token from the machines
In the corner of my room the other day
When I was clearing out bits and bobs.
Absolutely useless to me,
Chances are, I’ll never go back.
I wonder how many others,
Have kept junk disguised as mementos.
But I put the token away in my safe spot.
I kept it, even though I’m not usually sentimental.
One day I might let you know I still have
This little token of my affection.
Or I’ll just go back
And play the game
Without you.
Byrnedends Poetry 