Postcard Poem by Morgan Michaels

I can't believe I found your address, again.
Your number's not in the book, I guess you know.
Too bad our time together was so brief.
I meant what I said, though, I'd like to know you more.
You must be very busy- I am, so I know-
but when we talked of a next time, you sounded sincere
We should have dinner together, sometime, no?
I'd like that alot- I hope you'd like it, too.
Give me a call when you get an evening free
(724) 48-67-13.
On the drive home, I met with more fog and rain.
That spill on the ice has dreadfully affected my back.
I hope you've got mileage enough to get to Spain.
I hope your cat has six kittens and you leak has stopped.