Receipts Left in Our Wallets
The receipt lingered in my wallet
for one month before
I had the nerve to slip it away from
the cash it was buried between.
I hoped by keeping it safely nestled until
it disintegrated into the other bills,
the moment wouldn’t fade away quickly.
I refused to look at the receipt as a one-time occurrence.
I refused to look at the receipt as
only a moment in time. I would rather
it symbolized a series of events, the beginning
of a wad of receipts filling my wallet, ones that I
wanted to save and cherish and hold close because those
receipts proved it is valuable spending money on people
and experiences rather than saving everything for nothing.
But I have a habit of saving receipts in my wallet
for longer than I should,
allowing them to occupy space instead of leaving room for other purchases,
afraid to throw away anything
but giving no purpose for its presence.
Yet, I am convinced I will save this receipt until the day I
die, even if I remove it from my wallet, because I am positive that when
the cashier exchanged the receipt for cash,
there was a purpose to my retaining of
a single piece of paper for entirely too long.
Though the moment printed
on small, flimsy piece of paper passed,
I loved its reminder of a
singular time in my life I loved
obsessively, I casually forgot to remove the paper from my wallet,
even after the time was gone.