The clouds started to darken at a rapid pace and Joe sighed in distaste.
He was new to this town, and he missed France dearly. His parents had sent him to the shabby grocery store across town with a list of items. He mindlessly grabbed a carton of milk when he noticed something peculiar. There was a crumpled up wrapper wedged between two milk cartons. He shrugged at it and removed it from the shelf.
For reasons unknown, Joe flattened out the wrapper. On the inside of it was written a poem.
She is everywhere I look
I feel like a part of me is missing
On the shelf is her favorite book
I dare not touch it
It may hold the last bit of her
Between its pages
He didn't understand the poem, but he felt the need to keep it. It must have been important to someone. He placed it in his pocket and continued down the list his parents gave him.