While clearing out old keepsakes
I come across saved matchbooks –
remnants and reminders
of past holidays and pleasures.
I am ready to toss the entire lot
and erase our history
except for one
which I cannot let go
for no other reason
than its striking power –
it reads on a silky
indigo matchbook cover
and her seven digit phone number
embossed in gold.
ag ~ 2014