unlit matches

clearout

the postcards
are dusty
as i exhume them
from the attic.

someone visited Switzerland
in the summer time,
and asked if you'd join them
before autumn arrives.

i ponder your reply
while failing to decipher
the return address.

smudged, unreadable.

i drop sunny Switzerland
back in the box
and heave your memories
downstairs.

you never mentioned
this collection of
cobwebbed moments

i get the sudden urge
to ask you,

halfway to your room
when i remember

you're not here.