In a supermarket choosing something, while reflecting about dreams
And how they too are stored in special compartments;
when out of the blue the delivery man handled her a postcard.
The postcard was from Java: Nick, it said:
‘I tried to call you, but couldn’t… I tried, but couldn’t’.
The postcard was magnificent… she couldn’t take her eyes off it.
There was something she liked about him very much… himself?
She felt an overwhelming feeling of sadness: she couldn’t… he
couldn’t… they tried…it must mean something that neither could…