Crumpled napkins are said to hold truer truths than entire novels.
Like, JK’s words before they were hard-covered.
Like, the red lipstick he wiped off before getting home.
Like, the bucket list she wrote after graduation.
Like, the binky his daughter threw after a tantrum.
Crumpled napkins hold truer truths than entire novels.
As I stood at the mouth of the overly crowded BART,
a lovely matured couple entered the train.
After about a seven minute ride,
they prepared to depart.
When the train came to a complete stop,
the mouth of the train opened up wide.
His graceful hand never neglected her back,
as he protected her from any discomfort.
His strong, frail hand slowly made its way to hers
as they said Goodbye.
She slowly walked away,
when suddenly she turned and softly murmured, Continue reading