Monday, January 25, 2010

I Kept Your Postcard

It sits alone
stamped FIRST CLASS
FOREVER with a
Liberty Bell
water logged
and creasing at
the corners

Crazy time
in New Orleans
Day of Dead
feet in
Mississippi
River
Our Trip
hanging
Wish You Were Here
Love You
Forever

I don't have the
strength to throw
it away or burn it
to scatter the ashes
around my bed as
a burial of sorts

I don't know if I ever will

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