A crumpled note
Left in the pocket of my old coat
The words not meant for me
But for the person I used to be
The person that signed
I didn’t know the name left behind
This note all torn and folded
Years of dust and eroded
Sweet to my ear, read aloud
A soft whisper among the crowd
A story best left untold
Yet it warms my hand to hold
Just that crumpled note
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A lovely write reminiscent of a recent write of mine. It holds a sweet nostalgia and calls to the reader fondly. A fave
Oh whoops lol! Well great minds think alike, but fools seldom differ. Thanks for the comment Soren
You are most welcome Allie
Allie, this really touched me. There's such a quiet tenderness in this...like discovering a forgotten piece of yourself and realizing it still has something to say. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Tristan you described that beautifully! That gives a much deeper meaning to it, thank you for interpreting it and commenting!
Today I bought a journal to write my ideas for business and my self… whatever version of you wrote that note led to this great poem… Allie now is awesome
You’re too kind Demar! I too recently bought a notebook in hopes of scrapbooking but the creative urge hasn’t come yet…
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