Morning came, as is its habit,

And you were gone, as is yours. 

Days passed in dreamless sleep, 

For me at least. 

Until I got your postcard. 

I watched it slip slowly, 

Like your nightdress, 

On to the floor,

And under our bed. 

‘Alberta – Home of the Rockies’ 

And in the days that have passed, 

 I have begun to dream – 

That maybe you will write, 

Or perhaps we may meet again – 

Way up in the mountains

Or upon the great lakes, 

Maybe In Alberta. 

Kevin Brown © 29.07.2017