Wallet

Some wine soaked shirt,

Loud music and cigarette puffs;

On the stereo played Billie holiday,

Walls covered with dusty 90's posters.

Pillows on the floor and

Bed sheets not made.

Incomplete paintings

And some half-written poetry verses.

In the right corner were dead flowers in broken vases,

I should change that someday

I hear myself murmur.

I stood up from the mess destiny made

Stepping on broken strings of my guitar

Aah! My feet hurts.

Just then,

My sister knocks asking for change.

I reach out for my wallet

And I see our entry card to that cafe,

Perfectly hidden beneath my Pa's picture,

Last erased movie tickets of 'talvar',

Another half of silver heart pendant and the broken

Anklet.

Reality check;

You just became memories in my wallet.