That ticket stub I kept
by nearfrank
· 14/02/2026
Published 14/02/2026 15:57
That ticket stub I kept,
a little scrap of time.
The date is smudged and grey,
like charcoal in its prime
then left out in the rain.
It meant the world back then,
a promise I could gain,
again and yet again.
But holding it right now,
the ink is just a stain.
That music, loud and proud,
doesn't bring back the reign.