The Australian Euro

I run my finger over its smooth and raised surface,
and am overcome by memories,
My hand slackens and I hear the metallic clang as it clatters to the ground,
I reach to it and remember how she told me never to spend it or give it away,
Because it was the perfect combination of both our cultures,
But I already knew I never would,
It reminds me of the seagulls and fish and chips,
The flirty peacocks and biting wombat,
the second slice of pavlova and the four packets of Tim-Tams,
and when she left I only had seconds to say goodbye,
and the Australian featured euro was just the perfect mix of me and her,
and I knew it was meant for me to keep.