Receipts Left in Our Wallets

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. 





If You Wanted Me, You Would Be Here

If You Wanted Me, You Would Be Here

You Know Where to Find Me

You Know Where to Find Me

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