Trade Secrets

unfolding the articles
He can smell the remnants of perfume particles

left by his pen pal
permeating over a piece naming suspects policemen corral

and their photos
mulling over Her messages in Metro

written in red ink
rereading Her thoughts regarding what she think

turning to the Classified
following Her cursive script burned alongside

promotions of auto expos
antiques, collectables and approaching gun shows

lines of her life in Living
expressing her aspirations and thanksgiving

the fondness of a Fish Fry
circling winning lottery numbers She wish by

in her dreams
jotted down beside the seams

condolences and sympathies
to acquaintances and friends eulogies

getting up ready to leave
thinking of jokes that'll lift her grieve

and subside her sorrows
that He will place next to tomorrow's

public notice proposal
while throwing the paper away in the library's disposal...