The Magic of Finding a Forgotten Note in a Pocket

By Saywisely

1 min read Jan 11, 2025
This winter coat, unused for years,
Awakens long-forgotten tears.
Not from a sadness, deep and vast,
But this small relic of the past.

A ticket stub, a scribbled name,
A tiny, unexpected flame.
A message from a former me,
A pocketful of history.

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