You’ve abandoned me.

Not in the ‘left without a word’
sort of abandonment
& not the sayonara auf wiedersehen
walking out the back door
lost in translation, sort of abandonment

This abandonment has
nothing to do with your intent

I know you love me
I trust that wherever you are in the world
Remembering me, you do this with great fondness

Yet, I am clearly, desolately,
so essentially abandoned.

Yes, my postcards show the fun.

Fun breakfast conversation
Fantastic dresses sprung from imagination
A lovely walk, a lovely talk in a park of discovery

Fun, but not funny.

No, to be clear, this abandonment?
It’s a sort of Siamese twin splice
It’s separation anxiety manifest
It’s a falling head first, at great velocity into the great void

I love my life
But truth be told
I love it more when you are in it

Please come home soon
and unabandon me

(Because I love you, because I miss you, & because you put the ‘funny’ in my postcards).