I caught the pen
as it slipped through her fingers
returned with a flourish
grinned as her touch lingers
among daily thoughts
carefully I trace the numbers
she wrote on my palm
committing them to memory
before they vanished.
~
my first time doing the
coffee pickup of course
it was her first day too
and the order was wrong
because she set it to memory
instead of writing it down
she forgot a pen and I
said next time I'd bring one
stupid pick up line I know
but her eyes sparked and sparkled
before she vanished.
~
can fingers sweat?
my hands are cold
gotta get back to work
why are appointments in the
middle of the day when
most people work?
where's the pen?
let's sign it and get it
over with already
two signatures
twelve years vanished
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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