"Wishing you were here...", by Faith

He sends me paper postcards of places I can never go. I receive them in my mailbox through the sunshine and the snow. Some days they are joyful on others they are very sad. He is the one who makes them. His current mood a fad. The postcard I received today was scribbled green and black. In the middle a question mark, the questions written on the back. "Where is my motivation? I feel like I have lost my way. I know that I can thrive, but instead I am wasting away." I wish that I could hold him tight in my embrace, but right now he is far away and in a different place. So, he will send me postcards of places where I cannot dwell and I will wish that he were here instead of in his own personal hell. ©2005