Just a Card

Bernadette Donnelly
Sweet anticipation roused by retreating footsteps
and the clicking of a gate. Familiar handwriting smiles from a cold flagged floor.
The precious paper slit I pull a card out.
No letter floats to me feet,
no degrees of love expressed, no verso stained with ink.
No communication.
and old friend and I, in a blank space. "Best Wishes"
have come between us.
Page 77, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 28