she sends you a card.
a sweet
card, something she's held
onto
for years.
there's a note inside.
it's poetic.
she waited for the moment
to drop
it in the mail.
it's heartfelt, genuine,
real.
I read the words
and wipe a tear away. i
savor
what she's written,
I feel the same.
some love, true love,
is meant to stay.
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