In Receipt

A black and white bar receipt,
From a moment in the grey.
Reminder of the beat
Of when you were carrying on your way.

Entrances are made,
Connections can be warmed.
Brief memories can fade,
From footsteps falling forms.

But this paper it does only show,
That at least you’re not a ligger.
It does not speak of love or woe,
Although a memory it can trigger.

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