FOUND by Carol in Dallas, Texas
I found this letter — actually a poem — in an envelope, in 1967 when I was 15, on the floor the terminal when I was changing planes in Dallas on my way home to my family in Virginia. It had been stepped on many times as is evident by the shoe prints still showing on the envelope. At the time, I remember feeling sad when I read the letter and sorry it had would not get to whom it was intended. I must have gotten home and tucked it away, then went on with my teenage life forgetting about it.
Many years, several moves, and lots of miles later (now in California), I recently rediscovered it going through old papers. Re-reading it now, I wonder if the recipient may have, in fact, read it and carelessly? on purpose? lost the letter himself. I also find it interesting that the writer spelled her last name differently on the envelope from how it was signed on the letter.
FOUND by Adam W. at a YMCA
I’m loving the fact that this little girl drew herself slightly taller than Justin Bieber.
FOUND by Peter at work
A coworker moved into a new desk, and one of the drawers was jammed. He found this stuck underneath.
FOUND by Paloma in a college bookstore
Found this in a textbook that the store had just bought. Neither Randy or Anne sold us the book.
FOUND by Kathleen Kyllo inside a used novel
I found this love letter while I was in college and I’ve kept it for about ten years. When I found it I was already well rehearsed in love letters, having dated someone in New York for a year before moving out here from Wisconsin. We had a great time for a couple years and then moved on.
Over time, I’ve come to love the following lines for their resilience: “And the emptiness I feel in your absence hasn’t changed. I have learned not to occupy my time in dwelling on it, but it hasn’t gone away.”
Did she ever rewrite it? Was she writing for herself? Did her person visit? Who knows.