Value

I am an empty old camel-colored leather-bound wallet found at the counter of a Texan hat 'n boot shop.

I was the wallet you bought as a gift to yourself: durable, capable, and edible when push comes to shove.

Now my metal zippers broken because every time you get frustrated and try to close me, the fabric gets caught.

I've become a hassle, a reminder that you need to replace me.

But I hold memory and hold every secret receipt and ugly ass ID photo that you don't want anyone else to see.

Late-night runs to the pharmacy, midnight trips to the liquor store- I was there.