dear john,
how are you?
*[i wonder, 'cause i'm getting
crazier for every second
i feel your heart wrenching absence-
i think of you constantly -
it'd help to know you're all right?]*
do you ever think of me?
*['cause i don't think you
do so anymore. you stopped
responding to my letters weeks ago,
and i refuse to
believe they got
lost in the mail.
i simply refuse.]*
does the sun burn your skin?
*[i hope the summer gives you
eczema and scalded cheeks.
i hope it hurts so much you
can't sleep at night from the pain.
then you can use the gained
hours of awake to read to this letter]*
dear john,
do you think we should give up on us?
['cause i think i did months ago.]