You told me about your friend
Who stamped and wrote her address
On hundreds of postcards
And left them all over the place: wherever she went, wherever she’d been –
With a message asking for messages
To be sent to her from the strangers who picked them up.
They picked them up.
They drew, they wrote, they scribbled, they doodled
They told her all sorts: stories, secrets
They confessed –
How they must have felt
To know that someone was behind the curtain,
How she must have felt
When she came down each morning
To find them waiting for her