A button

I realize these titles could be a potentially exciting essay on various topics, but I'm too literal I suppose. I'm actually referring to a button.

I stepped of the bus a month ago, or more, and my middle button popped off my jacket. Did I gain that much weight? No, it must have been the layering of clothes. (Yes, that's it I'm sure).

Well, I spent too long looking for this button that I heard land but couldn't find. The sidewalk was broken, the leaves were brown - it must have blended in just right.

So I've been to lazy to sew a new button on (Tolga suggested I take one from the top), and I've been draping my scarf over the coat. Today, I was walking home by the same place, and decided to look again.

Guess what I found?

A little faded.

 A little dirty.

 But undoubtedly . . .

my button.