Ticket Stub
Who would think

that behind old prom dresses and graduation gowns

under mothbitten sweaters

in a box with the four corners tucked under one another

beneath old school pictures,

an outdated magazine with laughable fashions

and a pile of over due bills

is a dust covered wallet

whose measely contents are limited:

a temporary license stapled to its predecessor

a work ID, and a big screen movie card

hidden in a secret zippered pocket

is the movie ticket stub

you told me to save forever just because.

And now the memories overwhelm me more than they should

and I tuck them back awayfor another day.