A Blank Piece of Paper


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.