Sometimes the only way to capture how I feel is between the seal of an envelope
Pour my heart out and then place it in your hands
Unaware of what you’ll do and quite honestly it doesn’t matter
Al I know is that the burden is no longer mine
The postcard I never had to send
Absorbed my thoughts as I spilled them
Recounting them to me in times I needed them the most
My memories are you
The scar on your elbow is the “Wish you were here” from Mexico
The spaghetti stain on your shirt is the “Having A Great Time” from Italy
Unfit for a back pocket
But the perfect fit for my heart
My forever post card
Forever stamped, return to sender
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