The Last, Lost


The postcard tumbling out of the book
Lay on the floor and gave me a look
“You’re late” it said
It had been hidden for my surprise
For quite some time

I picked it up
Dressed in a finery of affection
Reflecting the mood of the day
Finished with a kiss

Evidence of love
Fleeting but not eternal

So certain what should last
Would never
End up being lost forever
Just one letter, all the same
Sometimes things
Turn out that way

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