Postcards

I still remember the sound of the mail

Footsteps on gravel, the creak of the rail

There in the letterbox, sunlight and sand

A postcard arrived with your heart in my hand

It showed the coastline, the waves in a curl

The ink told the story —"I miss you, my world"

Simple and small, but it meant everything

A whisper of love on a paper wing

Postcards, postcards — I still keep them close

Postcards, postcards — more precious than gold

In a world that's spinning fast

They remind me of the past

Postcards — the stories never old

Postcards, postcards — the heart in every fold

Now we've got screens that glow in the night

But nothing feels warm like your handwriting's light

Those faded edges, the stamps from afar

Carried more soul than a thousand stars

I still can see every word that you wrote

Every promise you signed with a trembling note

And though time keeps turning its page

Those postcards are love that will never age

Postcards, postcards — I still keep them close

Postcards, postcards — more precious than gold

In a world that's moving fast

They bring me peace that lasts

Postcards — where our stories are told

Postcards, postcards — the heart in every fold

Some nights I read them by candle flame

The words still echo your name

No message today could ever compete

With those postcards lying at my feet

Postcards, postcards — time can't erase

Postcards, postcards — your love's in that place

Though the world's gone digital and deep

It's your postcards that I still keep

Postcards, postcards — they're part of my soul

Postcards, postcards — the way I still feel whole

Every line, every card, every dream you'd send —

A postcard from my past that will never end