Nearly ignoring a small paper
on the ground
Dirty and menaingless
Perhaps of no use anymore
From the bus on our walk home
In our thoughts and distractions
A note, just off the path
From one sensible lover to an oblivious one
How long had it sat there?
Was it going to be picked up?
Upon looking through its graphite engravings
It spelt out important words with some unknown recipient: