special - receipts, invoices, that sort
of thing, dated from way back; you’d
probably intended to claim them, lay
for years in a briefcase you ceased
using, suits hung since in the closet,
signifies life’s chapters completed,
accoutrements grown out of
you write; you remember events, ‘flu
needing prescription medication, the
vaguely phrased bill for services that
were useless anyway, printed receipt
for overnight accommodation
a mystery, one dated 20 Dec 1980 is
fading, others near illegible; and you
were never going back, it’s the dimly
recalled interlude too easily erased,
for no credible reason collectable
© 14 October 2013, I. D. Carswell
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