Thoughts Dipped In Gold

I once had thoughts of you
dipped in gold, placed
in the forefront of my
 mind.

Now, they are stored,  recessed
 to the back alongside bad
childhood memories those
of which hold  no value

 I should  cash in on those
worthless  gold  leafed  
thoughts  of you
they mean nothing  to me

Although they might be
worth a pack of smokes.
To a poet