The postcard I never had to send

Absorbed my thoughts as I spilled them

Recounting them to me in times I needed them the most

My memories are you

The scar on your elbow is the “Wish you were here” from Mexico

The spaghetti stain on your shirt is the “Having A Great Time” from Italy

Unfit for a back pocket

But the perfect fit for my heart

My forever post card

Forever stamped, return to sender