First Post

The post card
clattered to the floor.
First post.
He rushed to see
if it was from her.
Some mail, some hope.
‘Thinking. Back soon.’
He sat on the stair,
post card in hand.
Not signed, it
was from her.
Sent from a foreign land.
Hidden agendas,
were we meant to be?
He hoped she would
come his way soon,
First Post.

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