Postcard Edited
I was cleaning up my room
going through the plastic boxes under my bed.
I came across a postcard
you sent me from Ireland,
so I sat and thought about you instead.
The postcard was so noncommittal
- having fun - gaelic classes are great,
love much -
as opposed to love a little I guess.
But it turned out later that you were wrong.
Or maybe I just read it wrong
wrong glasses, wrong meaning,
and instead of being right
I was left.
Left with a picture of a town
That you were just passing through
But you were stuck there
Blocked by the sheep in the road
It looked like the town you were staying in,
you wrote, and that there were shepherds
in the pub, drinking pints for lunch
I wished I could be there too
with my red hair and blue eyes,
I’d look much more Irish than you.
But left doesn't fit in, left is awkward,
and left was how I felt
when down the road
you told me you were moving on
after all - you were just passing through.
going through the plastic boxes under my bed.
I came across a postcard
you sent me from Ireland,
so I sat and thought about you instead.
The postcard was so noncommittal
- having fun - gaelic classes are great,
love much -
as opposed to love a little I guess.
But it turned out later that you were wrong.
Or maybe I just read it wrong
wrong glasses, wrong meaning,
and instead of being right
I was left.
Left with a picture of a town
That you were just passing through
But you were stuck there
Blocked by the sheep in the road
It looked like the town you were staying in,
you wrote, and that there were shepherds
in the pub, drinking pints for lunch
I wished I could be there too
with my red hair and blue eyes,
I’d look much more Irish than you.
But left doesn't fit in, left is awkward,
and left was how I felt
when down the road
you told me you were moving on
after all - you were just passing through.