I send them from a cafe in a far off town,
scribbled while drinking a decaf cappucino
with the intent of legibility
but
my hand trembles in spite of itself and
the words appear spiky and incomplete
drifting off in a straight line towards the next
illegible word
I'm sorry I whisper as I attach
the stamp knowing that somone
will struggle, holding it in their
hand for when they see me
again.
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