The Postcard

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.