When thinking of Jon
The sadness breaks my heart.
I have a friend
And he is a soldier.  
And he is so young
And so beautiful.
And the thought
That I could never see him
Touch him
Talk to him
Steals the breath from my lungs.
Last we talked he told me
That I would be okay
But I'm not in danger.
And I will never know
If he is even alive
Until he contacts me.
Thoughts of Jon hurt
But forgetting him, would be worse.