People often leave free, discarded items in my apartment lobby. Last week, for instance, there was an entire plate of rocks for the taking, along with a gently used three-ring binder. Other apartments apparently do it, too: My friend Ryan once found the entire set of Angel DVDs in his apartment lobby.
I did once get a recliner, though. And a bookshelf.
But earlier this week, there was no free item, only this note where the item must have once been. It struck me as very poetic.