from Paris.
but it's hard to read,
the ink
is smudged, the words
run together
like blackened slush.
at some point
the card was rained upon,
or the postman
dropped it in
a puddle.
it could say, i'm sorry.
i love you
and can't wait to see
you again
when i return, or it could
say,
forgive me, but it's
over, i've met someone new,
and i'm in love, but
not with you.
i ignore the later
interpretation and go with
the previous one.
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