7 postcards from an explosion

postcard 1:

wish you were her.

postcard 2:

i am afraid of a lot of things and i
would like to know where this is
going. (nothing makes me feel as safe
as your fingertips)

postcard 3:

i’ve been searching and searching and
somewhere along the way I realized that
i am not lost and you are not home. and i
am not coming back.

postcard 4:

you know, I used to think that I could get
over everything. but everything just got over
me.

postcard 5:

when she died, she turned white like a saint. i
could not look into her marble eyes and i
am afraid I never will, even though she is gone.

postcard 6:

i look at you, then i look at me, then
i look at you looking at me. then i do it
again 47 billion times. i tell you I am
trying but i hope this never reaches you.

postcard 7:

i want your flowers because i love you.