Your first letter came, when I was so lonely.
My days grow more and more productive, I forget to write you back.
I put it off, until you send another,
and another.
You see, I've been waiting for the day I see you again.
But I have been waiting too long for my love to return.
I wrote you a letter but did not address it.
It's been a few days, and I'm awaiting my love to come around, once more.
Your letter gets shoved aside, waiting.
For her.