A postcard.

Someone sent me a postcard,
From a place I love,
For my birthday.
But it was very late.

Lost in the mail,
It arrived tattered and torn,
Bearing the scars of its own hidden journey.

But I could still see the place I love,
And still read the joyful exultations..
The toast of champagne,
The wish for my happiness.

Someone sent me a postcard,
From a place I love,
And I recognized a friend.

Because they had recognized me.