Postcards

I didn’t expect anyone to understand
Stood in line, postcards in hand;
Twenty in all, for all the day’s I’d miss you
I heard a laugh, and smiled up
Saw him standing close enough
That I got a full blast of bright green eyes
He said, “That must be a lucky guy,
With your charm, and your smile
And the cards from miles and miles away”
I laughed and replied “You know,
It doesn’t matter how far I go
I know I won’t ever forget him”
He smiled, “but I’m sure you’re aware
That while you really do care
He wouldn’t do the same thing for you”
I met his eyes and agreed
“But there’s thought behind this deed,
I do it all in hope”
He winked at me, asked “Have a wish?”
Waved in front of me his shopping list
And laughed, “I’ve got a few myself”
I smiled back, “Yeah, don’t we all, but see,
I really doing this all for me;
Someday I’ll find the one guy who tries
He’d do this for me when he says goodbye
Send me mail, just to say hi
And miss me when he leaves”
He laughed and bought his bouquet
Left me wondering as he walked away
Why I couldn’t chase his words
Later that day, I went to my plane
“You must of dropped this on the way”
Said a little note next to his flowers
“Good luck in finding the one
Don’t you worry, just have fun
And hey, maybe I’ll see you again?
Life has funny ways of choosing our friends”