Postcard

Memories translated into unwritten letters,
Time remains still in captured pictures
& while I sit here, tying my shoelaces,
Awaiting the next train, 

Submitting myself to the destination of these foreign tracks,
I bid adieu, 

For when we meet next, it will never be the same

I promise to send you a postcard,
Addressed to you, dear familiarity
Stamped at the corner and dated on the day
I stopped calling this abode my own.