his card,
arriving late,
is no longer in his hand,
but sent
just the same
with stamp
and signed within.
his eyes too blurred
to see
what happens with a pen.
but it's the thought that
counts.
as they say.
not how,
or when.
it won't be long when
no cards
will come.
or be sent.
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