Wish you were here

Wish you were here,
which was then, which
was better than now.

Wasn’t it?

Postcards from the
past can be mailed
for just one cent

you might drop down
the well of a dream
you’d rather not have.

They always deliver,
though they travel vast
distances over tenuous

terrain. And what of
these images? Colorized,
idealized, at least half-

forgotten; the exact
fraction eludes you. But
weren’t we happy?

Weren’t we?



  1. Of course we were. 😉 I like to think bad memories fade faster than good ones. It would be wonderful if that were really true. Our memories can be both a blessing and a curse, allowing us to relive so many happy times, but reminding us of abilities our older bodies no longer let us do. The trick is to keep the good ones pulled closer to the front of the shelf while letting the bad ones collect dust, pushed to the back. -Russ


    1. Maybe so. Memory is such a tricky thing, isn’t it? And not static, but continually revised over time, by virtue of how our minds work (not at all like a Rolodex, or a computer). Bad or good, memory is fascinating and — more to the point, here — I love old postcards. 🙂

      Thanks for reading and commenting, Russ!

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