I picked it up today dust swirling wide

I picked it up today, dust swirling wide,

a phone book forgotten, a relic I hide.

Pages yellowed and curled, names fading fast,

a ghost of connections from decades long past.

A stranger at the café laughed at its worth,

while I sifted through memories, laughter gave birth.

Each number a story, each name a lost song,

somewhere beneath all this weight, I belong.