as rarely happens, i was struck by a brief moment of poetic genius today. finding nothing pockets but an old napkin, i scribbled word after word to make sentences that made whole thoughts, expressing my love and my life and my passions all over that piece of recycled paper.
i meant to give it to you.
i meant to watch your eyes tear up and watch the light reflect back to me.
i meant to make it all the way home with dinner.
damn squirrels and knee-jerk reactions.
damn the spilled coffee all over the dashboard.
why, why, why did i put that napkin back in my pocket?
so it seems my thoughts were recycled before you could hear them. guess that's my part to save the earth.
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