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.
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.