A card lays scrumpled on the ground…
its edges ripped and battered,
its lines soaked by rain.
The handwriting is barely legible…
its numbers all scribbled out,
half its words erased.
Was it a list of groceries?
A travel itinerary?
An improvised recipe?
Whatever it was,
it was never meant to be
held by me…
But curiosity persists.
What could it have been?
What did they mean to say
with this half-written message?
Who was the recipient?
Why wasn’t it sent?
How did it get this way?
Why was it discarded?
What did it say?!
30/30 Challenge Day 27 Prompt – notecard from the alley
Tyler DeWriter 