Found Poem

Scrawled on a scrap,
a soiled sliver of sales receipt,
or maybe a slip from a cash machine:

"Remember the picnic..."

Did you?
Was it wonderful? Or plagued
by ants and other bugs, or cancelled
because of rain?

Below, in letters faded to some abstract, foreign
alphabet, spidery and thin,
is that a name? The one you loved?
A secret you couldn't have kept
any better
if you hadn't written
it down.