I always mean to send them out
Better late than never
Time slips so quickly
Another set back, none are right
The scenes aren’t here
Funny doesn’t work
Print my own in a flash I think
My best for a friend
Conversations missed.
My words shivel without response
My half empty card
Days to get to you
Text reply “last day here, I got it”
New place for me too.
I feel so close now
Tomorrow I look for another view
I’ll wait to send it again
But still I can reach you.
Beautiful photograph for a postcard. Yes it is hard keep in touch with old friends some times. Sending postcards are nice and I think they are always appreciated, they just take long to get there if you’re both moving around. Great poem.
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Thank you Darling. I was motivated fur this one but it didn’t quite seem like I hit the spot with it. I was thrilled when she texted me that she got it and on her last day! I felt I let time go by too fast.
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Beautiful photo and lovely poem!
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That’s actually the photo I made into a postcard that I sent my friend. True Story, she was in last day of her job when she got it
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Whew! That was close!
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Just the way things work. it’s either beautiful or total disaster. 😉
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Don’t leave it too late — sometimes “the still can reach you” slips away — I too painfully know.
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It goes very quickly. I talked to someone every day and literally she got the card today her last day there.
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