Trash and Treasure

I tossed the ticket, crumpled in disdain,

a reminder of laughter now gone cold.

But hours later, the urge felt like a chain,

called back by memories too rich to fold.

I dug it out from yesterday’s remains,

a moment lost, yet somehow still alive.

The edges worn, each crease a few small pains,

it carries laughter, where the echoes thrive.

Letting go feels like trying to erase,

a shadow that dances just out of reach.

Yet here I am, in a strange embrace,

finding treasure in what my hands can teach.