Oh old Christmas cards
once chrished precious
sat on my glittering desk.

Old no
full of dust
I cannot help not throwing you
in the trash.

Enjoyable memories
and happy faces
appeared in my mind
when I touch your dusty face.

But I still have to leave you all
cos I have you all in my mind.

That’s enough.
See you again rather face to face
but in the air,
technically; electronically.

Farewell. LBC.