We Aren't Who We Were Anymore.

You were a postcard shiny and new
with wishes from somewhere I've never been
your signature steady and lines linked
just
so.

I was a postman and they gave you to me
saying urgent, priority, handle with care.
So I placed you on top of all that I had
so you would never leave my sight
or rip
or tear.

I noticed you throughout the day.
I noticed how you reflected the sunlight
and how your signature was steady
and your lines linked just
so.

I found it hard to focus with you lying there
a rare refreshment in an otherwise routine
day.
I took you out when I stopped to eat
under a tree in an empty park.
Wiping off the occasional smudge as
I thumbed your corners
and
face.

Afterward we went for a walk around the treeline and
I admired your contour and your shape.
You had such smooth texture but
your edges were sharp
and I liked that about you most
of
all.

When it was time again for the task at hand
I placed you on top of all that I had so
you would never leave my sight
or rip
or tear.

I carried you,
I carried you with me
until we were the last two left,
the sun sinking low on
the remnant of our
only
day.

So we turned and walked down
your street
walking hand in hand and
I looked at you a final
time.

I admired your contours and
your shape
then rang the bell -
a special delivery
for
another
man.

You were a postcard shiny and new
with wishes from somewhere I've never been
your signature steady and lines linked
just
so.

I was a postman and they gave you to me.