Just a Memory

My free-form memory of long ago. Another slice of life.

I started laughing out loud,
When I thought of the time
You left that message in my wallet.

My twenty dollars was gone,
But a note occupied its space;
It said simply, "Sorry, baby."

Later that day, you came waltzing in
(You loved to Waltz), holding a package.
You smiled when you handed it to me.

I knew from the look on your face
That you were holding in a giggle;
That one I loved so much.

"Here," you said. "This is for you.
You always spend your money on me;
I'm spending some of it on you."

I opened the package and looked inside.
In it was one of those "Do everything" knives;
"Sale at K-Mart," you chuckled.

That was twenty years ago.
The note still occupies my wallet,
But your space lies empty.

I still have the knife,
And I still have your memories;
And that, sadly, is enough for me.