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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We said goodbye on the front porch, You walked away, I closed the door. The same door we've said goodbye from, For the last four years, you've gone and come. You didn't look back, not even a smile, Now you're gone away, a thousand miles. Dear Recruit D, I write a letter, but it's more a plea. How is boot camp going? This bad feeling keeps growing... Do you miss me? I miss you a lot. Why isn't he responding? Erase that thought. I hope you are well, I am doing fine. I would be better if you wrote back this time. Two months in, no letter. Then, Dear love, I miss you more than ever. I'm sorry I haven't written. Time here is earned, not given. Just pen smudged on a page, And every fear I had suddenly fades. I love you a lot, I hope you know. Sergeant's calling, I got to go! I need more, more than two lines. Questions and questions flood my mind. I cried and cried, thankful and in pain. I cried so much, my bed thought it had rained. For ninety days, I waited for you, Thirteen weeks, to see a stone statue. You are cold and distant, Taller and proud, I hold back resistance. Afraid to touch you, in fear, You're a mirage, that you're not really here. Thoughts a mile a minute, all quiet, With one kiss from a green private. The next few weeks all go by in a blur, Then back to, When will you return? Dear Private D, where are you? Private D, it's been a while, week two. Dear love, honey, dear Private D, I write, but you don't respond to me. Weeks stack up like unopened mail, A familiar loneliness follows the trail. Till the phone rings, unknown. I pick up anyway. "Dear Mrs. D, we regret to say..." Dear D, please say it's not true! Say they're wrong! That it wasn't you! A folded flag in a cardboard box, With uniforms, medals, and folded socks. Underneath is a pile, all I see: Unsent boot camp letters, addressed to me.
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