write me letters,
one with every
letter known to man,
write me one for each day my hand
is not in yours,
write to me of your thoughts and feelings
of hardships and triumphs,
along with everything in between,

and in return
receive mine each dedicated especially to you,
detailing the delicate intricacies
of the way you make me feel
and my remembrance of
the summer's breeze
paired with the cool ocean air
and the way your hair laid so gently,

visit me in my dreams
and drop sweet kisses
down upon my lips
allow for every moment
you were in my arms to be cherished
and every moment apart be envious
of the times you were next to me.