I take from my wallet a scrap
of notepaper. Folded square,
worn shiny, its creases
disintegrating, a passenger
of decades.
I unfold it as reverentially
as one performing surgery
on a butterfly.
Two initials, a phone
number, a schoolgirl’s
purple handwriting. I refold
the delicate specimen
and tuck it away.
Charlie B. is an emergency room nurse in the Ozarks whose wallet holds far less money than it does memory.
i love this for its specificity and all the questions it raises.
I enjoyed this, the sense of nostalgia and touch of melancholy. I can relate.
Beautiful! Well done.
Lovely and long-lasting. Touched my heart. ❤️ Thank you.
Nice poem. Universal thoughts penetrate as I read it.
Moving piece and the author’s description is touching too.
I like it.
Oh I loved this, so delicate and evocative.