Post-It Note Pete 🗒 Poem by Nicola (IG Nicola_JustMe) Pillai

We never saw him coming
Never heard a thing
He would float through the house
Like the post-it notes king
Pete was his name
Every colour was his game
Post-it
Stick it
He had no shame

The colours where coded
Red, green or blue
A mission
Request
Even some clues
Mirrors
Doors
The most obscure places
Arrows
Pictures
Little smiley faces

We knew that he dwelled there
Someplace in the house
Following us around
As quiet as a mouse
We set up a trap
To meet him one day
Left some notes of our own
Saying "come out and play? "

The days passed us by
The notes less and less
Until one morning
He posted his final request
"I'm Pete, nice to meet you"
"I'll come out to play"
'Could do with a friend,
what do you say? "

Instructions on the note
Time read quarter past four
Meet me down by the stairway
Beside the red door
There he was standing
Tall, dark and thin
Floppy hair
Oversized jumper
Sporting a grin

From then on we loved him
Our post it note Pete
The shy
Timid boy
He was ever so sweet