I found a bit of sadness
On the floor
Folded
Like a 5 euro note
Fallen off
someone else’s
jeans
I took it,
The little piece of sadness,
And felt the tight creases
And opened it
Revelling in the soft raspy sounds of it.
I stared at it for the briefest time
And put it in my purse.
You wouldn’t want
A perfectly good feeling
Going to waste.
(Why some people
Tuck naked notes in their pockets
Is beyond me).