I found it behind an old tool bench,
water stained and curled on the corners,
looking as forgotten as an out-of-luck beggar.
But, like in the beggar's eyes, there was a past
that was once full of hope and still warm memories.
The college collage of collective consolations;
hugs from home for the lonely days,
those that come in the "in-between" years
when sometimes we just - want to be a kid again.
There were half unglued photos of home and vacations
and clips of Elvis and Ricky Nelson;
the Beatles, Stones and a peace sign.
Ha, in the corner there was an old photo
of me kissing her on the cheek (Mom said to).
I was seven and she was just six.
Funny, I didn't even think she liked me much...