Spain is beautiful
this time of year
though, I wish things were different

I’m reading more of her, now that I’m older
really, Dear
I think you’d love what they have to say

Time flies
I’m running more
(ok, they say it gets easier)
and things are turning a corner, here
She only just learned to ride, on two-wheels
oh my god, you should have seen her!
with wide eyes, determination
I guess that's one less thing to worry about
watching her ride off into the distance
It felt like coming up for air
giving birth to dreams

yeah, I’m watching Bake-Off
every Friday night, it seems
you probably don’t need the reasons why
and oh!
have you tried Pastel de Nata?
the sun’s coming up
on our last day in Portugal
wish you and I
could hike the mountain-side
one last time, together
if we time it right
the mist clears by mid-morning
Guess I’m still terrible at goodbyes
or still there...
I wish we could stay

How’s Stella? Eating well?
She sings our song every morning
back then, taking 40-minute showers was easy
I remember losing track of you
and needing reminders
they say it’s been a long drought
but it’s OK, we're gonna make it
we just keep hoping for rain, anyway

Everything in the garden is blooming
that's high praise, and I'm well deserving
hat on, and hands muddy
but I’m only puttering, really…
what more do you need me to say?

No, it’s not the news we’d hoped for
It feels like being washed away
On the whole, I wish it was easy
that people could just mean what they say

The breeze is picking up, now
I think Spring is coming early
Blaze’s cheeks are getting grey
Remember when we’d walk
down to the lake, Geese tearing
beaks full of Wonder Bread, straight from the bag
tangling kite strings in the trees

Our green fairy plays
waving magic wands
and screaming “Trick-or-Treat!”
it’s like, one minute she’s dancing
then it’s time for hide-and-seek
oh, well
think I’ll hide the candy up high
or off in a corner
That’s enough for them
and enough from me

Think I must be going crazy
or just running out of space
Darling,
Write back, you know I miss these
more than I can say

P.S. what would it take
for you to come and see me?

Back of the Page

This is just an imaginary Postcard. Made from snippets of my imagination.

Inspired by the ones I see (but don’t read) on my Postal route. Between the envelopes, I glance, and see words and scenes - jumbled around the addressee.

Little hand-made imperfections, touched and sent across the sea.

I’m going to write some this week.

Thanks for reading

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