I open a drawer. Words leap from scraps of paper, scribbled notes demanding write ME! Like opening a basket of snakes. Important enough to keep but will they bite? Nagging, petulant. Save me, save me!
Don't leave me

in the dark recesses of your altzheimic mind. "I kiss you...
on the green sofa...deeper..." And if I should open this paper would I see the end
of a love affair or the beginning.