Store vintage postcard walled and framed
But a photograph of someone real
A small heartbeat girl.
After closing hours, streetlights peering in.
I stopped just before exiting
Not to see her again.
She is already gone to moonlight
Plucked from a box to be decoration.
But she asked me to give her back to leaves
If not you who ever will. What luck
Will be my worth. No trees know me to
Take me back. Her plea, I could only
Give her this, a falling stem, traveling far from home.
It is not enough but it is all I have.
Thinking, a curious stranger.
Writing her a paper trail and not knowing if she will follow.
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