I look at you longingly.
I try to remember that great idea I had 5 minutes ago.
It would be a wonderfully magical story,
but alas, I cannot remember. So I use you, my thin but powerful tool:
A place to doddle while I daydream.
A spot to record my to-do lists.
A school calculator to add numbers,
a place to write down a phone number that I will lose later,
a blank white sheet to write except my great idea.
Is it lost?
Was it a bad idea?
Maybe it was just a fleeting thought?
Or maybe I screwed up and waited too long to write it down.
And now it is lost in the ether of words.
I pray for its return.
Until then, my paper will be a coaster while my coffee gently weeps.