Who Knew

they say we don't write letters

but I wrote 'em

just last year

christmas alone

the only thing I wanted was to speak

but he was 

 

cities

 

towns

 

states

 

half a nation 

 

away from me

i got random phone calls

but letters were the best way to talk

 

those months of misery are gone

yet they still touch me

I can flip through every one i recieved

 

DAMN his hand writting in this forced uppercase was horrible

but back then

it was like magic when i checked the mailbox hourly 

and there it was

I could breathe again

 

in my letters i used wacky fonts

slid in pictures to motivate

drew

and gave him an alpaca sticker for his time

 

time

  time that was painful

    time that still feels so recent

      time that is still here

 

even when university tried to best me

its hard to be distracted

it weights heavily on the mind

truely

the hardest time i cried

muffled in a bathtub beside his sleeping family

 

so by his side for just this once

and only for a short while

who knew

that long term long distance sucked

who knew

that being a military wife sucked even harder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but what i didn't recognize

is the amount i grew and matured in a year's time

 

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