A postcard from my lost love
arrived in my box yesterday
tender words her gypsy heart
found respite peace to say
time looped our history
some helpful came a bit late
twisted fate held ours
on chosen separate ways.
Long i dreamt the vision
fault mine skipped a move
what else could be done love
with a virtual piece of you?
blew a mute wandering kiss
drawn to your distant face
traced fingertips like before
heart outlined empty space.
(she prods me till I write amusing little rhymes.)
* postcard with permission from lovely Colleen
