Wallet Weight
by lxvia
· 01/03/2026
Published 01/03/2026 17:44
Found it again, in a shoebox
in the attic. His old wallet,
cracked leather, thin with age.
Smelled of old paper, something else
I can't quite place. Like dust and quiet.
A faded photograph of a boat
he never owned, just a picture
clipped from a magazine.
An old receipt, flattened, from a hardware store
in '68. For nails, I think.
And a single, tarnished copper penny.
What did he keep it for?
No memory. Just the weight of it,
and the things he didn't say.
Still sorting, still finding scraps.