What Was Left Behind
by Coil
· 12/12/2025
Published 12/12/2025 19:02
In the pocket, I found a crumpled receipt,
its edges worn, a ghost of someone’s feat.
What did they buy? A snack for the road?
A moment captured, a story bestowed.
I trace the ink, faded, but still clear,
like echoes of laughter, or whispers of fear.
Each item a link to a life unknown,
carried in fabric, in fibers, they’ve grown.