A POEM - PLS ALWAYS REMEMBER ME

PLS ALWAYS REMEMBER ME
I was at the exit border for Indonesia,
Fumbling around through my wallet
To find that Singapore ten spot
Because the bastards at the border
Wanted seven of it.
“there goes another five bucks,”
I grumbled, handing the money over.
Then a little slip of paper fell out
Of my cardboard wallet.
I picked it up and looked at it.
“Marina/April” it said,
With a telephone number and email address.
At the bottom it read,
“pls always remember me.”
I stared at it a moment,
Trying to place the name,
Then crumpled it up and tossed it on the floor.
“oh, I’ll remember you all right.”