Postmark faded, years lay scattered Half the truth in a borrowed line “Wish you were here” when it mattered Three weeks late, it still worked In ways most things don’t Funny how waiting made it heavier When words couldn’t hurry We used to leave proof We were ever there Now everything arrives Before it’s ever held I didn’t lose the message I lost the drag Back when it took effort Just to say you had it bad There’s a tape in a box somewhere Cardboard soft from moving years Label slanted, pen pressed hard Like it mattered it stayed clear Nothing about what comes next Nothing about what to do Just a voice left in the world To outlast what we knew We used to leave proof We were ever there Now everything arrives Before it’s ever held I didn’t lose the message I lost the drag Back when it took effort Just to say you had it bad No instructions attached No future spelled out Just ink left to age And sound finding its way out We used to leave proof We were ever there Ink on skin, voice in sound Something real to bear I didn’t lose the message I lost the drag Back when it took effort Just to say you had it bad
