You went away and left me here alone,
and, yes, some tension rose between the two
of us, and you declined to take my phone
calls when I tried to ascertain your true
intent, your state of mind, and whereabouts.
I hoped you’d know my love is genuine,
and I would wait. I hoped you’d have no doubts
about the bonds between your heart and mine.
Your postcard came today. I found it tucked
between some bills and all the ads. I might
have easily mistakenly just chucked
it in the trash, but luckily the sight
of bridges caught my eye. “Mon Cher,” you wrote,
and then I read and read and read your note.
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