Little note

Right before you

Boarded that plane

I hid a little note in

The inside pocket

Of your jacket

It said:

"If life gets too much

I'll always be a phone call

And a flight away"

And though a decade

Has passed, often enough

I catch myself going back

To that scrap of paper

Did it get lost?

Did it soak and shred

At some laundromat

Half the world away?

Or do you keep it

In your wallet and

Wonder if I meant it?

I know, I know...

The most silly

Thought indeed

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