At first it was two letters and believe me, I was in a bit of shock
Reading your words and seeing your handwriting for the first time
Writing about your thoughts, surroundings, and new daily routine
Letting coherent and legible words flow through your arm onto the paper
I couldn't help but notice all the times you mentioned me in those letters
I guess that was only the beginning
This next venture to the mailbox, I found four more letters from you
I felt a sudden sadness weighing me down, realizing I hadn't written back
You told me how each day it became harder to remember my voice
I was flattered, so I continued reading your words with a new craving
Soon it was time to construct a letter of my own, just for you
Pen against paper for an hour at least
Finally finished, I sealed it away in an envelope to send that next morning
Sliding it into the mailbox and raising the flag for the first time
My first actual letter, I was extremely excited
So, I waited eagerly for acknowledgement that you had gotten it
A week later, two more letters arrived with a twinge of disappointment
It seems as though you still haven't received my words
Now I sit here, anxious and worried you may not get my letter in time
Or perhaps it remains lost forever in the mail, I'll never know
I miss you terribly so, and a bit upset you forgot to write my number down
I included that in the letter, too...
Maybe it's no big deal to you, but I can't help myself
There's no other way to contact you for another three weeks
I can't wait for you to come home.
This isn't much of a poem, but that's not my problem.
A very good friend of mine left for Boot Camp the night of my birthday in December. I miss him very much and can't wait for his return.