The other day some old postcards
came our way
and we devoured them
as if they were sweets.


They were ten years old
detailing some aspects of our lives
we had forgotten.


Our memories were catalyzed
by our own words
that someone had returned to us
thinking we might wish to see them.


So for a time we lost ourselves
as we scanned the “wasness”
of events, now momentarily revived.

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