I think you might have dropped this here.

I think you might have left these things behind, stuck to the bottom of your shoe

and fallen off, or caught on a tiny piece

of lint inside your pocket, and let go

when you took a dollar out

to pay the toll.

I think you might have have felt it go,

without even knowing what it was

felt a little tug against your heart

as it blew over

the side

of the bridge.

I think you might have closed your eyes

thought you saw a memory, there

a tiny piece of history, there

long enough ago that it means

almost nothing, now

long enough ago that it meant

everything, before.

I think you might have said goodbye

paused for just a second, there

mid-sentence you trailed off

gathered thoughts and carried on

left it there for someone else

to find

and tuck away

inside a pocket

of their jeans

next to a dollar bill,

crumpled up

and waiting for the toll.