you are my silverlining
He sends you postcards. from all over the world.
one after the other. paris. londen. berlin.
you keep them bound together with an old rubber band.
stacked in a box underneath your bed.
You take them out each night. reading them carefully.
one at a time. you look for hidden messages. coded words.


He speaks of the many cities.
He doesn't tell her he loves her
He speaks of the statues and the architecture
He doesn't tell her he misses her
He speaks of the food and the people. the beauty and the culture
He doesn't tell her when he's coming home. if he's coming home