Postcard Poem by D.N. Rebb

What a surprise the other day when grabbing the mail
Within the pile was a postcard from you
How my heart missed a skip, I won't go too much into detail
Reading it probably wouldn't do me any good, I just knew

I remember dropping all the other envelopes on the table
And just holding this piece of cardboard dearly in my hands
I needed to sit, as my legs felt very unstable
Questioning what was the card's plan

I hadn't thought about you in a very long time
In fact, there was a time I couldn't get you out of my head
Why did you make loving you feel to be such a crime?
For many weeks after, my heart just bled

And here, you were having a great time somewhere in the world
Nonetheless, thinking of me!
These feelings of hope, I thought I had previously rid
Did you not already once set me free?

I studied your writing like some sort of hieroglyphic find
Was it actually nice to hear from you?
There were so many great times to remind
My love for you was ever so true

Should I reach out and follow up?
A silly thought to fathom
I don't actually know where you ended up
Or, for that matter, with whom

I kept the card displayed on my fridge for a few weeks
It gave me smiles every time I reached inside to grab a drink
Answers to my heart's questions I tried not to seek
Remembering the great times we had is all that I would think

Yesterday, I pulled it from under the magnet to have another look
Strangely, tears filled my eyes
Holding it all in was all it took
Quietly, I just started to cry

Why did I so badly want to reconnect?
For what reasons, I'm not really sure
What resolution could I truly expect?
Or was I just wanting to be cured?

I sat in my chair holding the card for a very long time
Staring aimlessly at its front unique design
I kept having this mental rehash
But in the end,
I threw it in the trash
After all, it was just a postcard from an old friend