It was after some stupid fight
that I was walking along,
the sun warm on my face,
and I stumbled upon a note.
I paused and looked, just in case
the one who dropped it was still in sight,

but no one was around.
Curious beyond reason, I stared;
frozen by an inner debate.
Caution urged me to leave it there
but caution was never my strongest trait,
so I picked up this note I had found.

I looked it over, it being completely plain
and I wondered if I should open it.
Perhaps it contained something better left unseen;
a deep, dark, forgotten secret
Or something worse, sick and obscene.
Perhaps something evil or utterly profane.

But there was a chance it was something sweet;
a note of passion and honesty.
A beautiful expression of love unending,
a note of caring, belonging, and need.
A lover’s carefully worded longing
meant to meld two souls into one complete.

Or it could be a note of sorrow;
a soul isolated in feelings of solitude
crying out in desperate need.
A final word to the world before
from themselves they allow to bleed
their every promise of tomorrow.

By then the temptation was much too great.
I wanted to know the truth of this note.
I had to see what was inside-
treasure map, words of anger or of promise,
whether truth, lies, of those living or those who have died,
this note was mine now, my secret link to fate.

Slowly I opened it, hardly breathing at all.
There lay the words I’d been dying to see,
each printed with neat deliberation.
Milk, eggs, bread, celery…
Disappointed, I let the note fall.