the day I made it mine

I made three letters out of ugly things
an old leaf
a receipt
and a used train ticket

I wrote them all to you
and how we held hands from time-to-time
and how I liked that
a bunch

I wrote about how these things meant nothing to me
the leaf, the receipt, the train ticket
and how we mean so much to each other
where we would be if we meant nothing

I wrote something stupid
about how if you wore a small hat
it would make your eyes bigger
and how I think you're cute

I folded them all up,
put them inside my pockets
and let them wash away with the rain
they wont last forever.
The words will.