Goodie. It's Tomorrow. I Have to Share This.

The following is taken from a letter (not email, mind you but a hand-written letter) that A. sent to me. I read it, I cried. I realized that even though his paragraphs were not broken up the same way I have typed it here, it was sort of poetic.

His letter came on half-sheet unlined white paper. I smiled as I tipped the page so that the paper is angled slightly to the left; to match the left-handed slant of his handwriting.

This is the first actual on paper letter I've received in the two weeks I've been out here. (I have also received numerous emails, which are waiting for me each morning, and 2 flower arrangements, and daily phone calls - which we take turns in making). The letter made me homesick.

I split the paragraphs up into verse-like breaks. I've left everything as it was written otherwise. In a way, it is kind of cheesy as far as POEMS go. What I like best about it is: He didn't write it to be a poem. Just his words on paper.

Just a bit of background: Since he works nights, when I was working back home; he would call me at three o clock - every day. Just to say hi.

He did this because he knew it made me happy. He did this because my supervisor strived to frustrate me and make my day(s) miserable... he did this simply to brighten my day. And because after the first day he called me at work... I told him to never stop.

Anyway... I've prattled on long enough. Thank you if you stuck around to read this far...
______

For the first few days,
it did not really occur to me
that you were so far away.

I go about my daily routine,
scratching entries off of my
to-do lists...
until it is the time
that I would normally call you.

I look at the phone, knowing
that if I called at this very
moment, you would not be there to answer.
sometimes this makes me feel sort of alone.

I try to read a book, or watch some television
and find that I cannot concentrate.

In a typical week,
we spend probably three or
four days at a time apart, yet...

Knowing you are so far away
it seems different.
as if when you were (only) thirty miles away
it brought me comfort,
to know that if I wanted to see you all I had to do was ask.

Now, we areon different shores,
and with all of these states between us...
it seems like a lot of empty space.

Now that you are not just around the corner,
I realize that the simplicity of your closeness
is something I may have taken for granted for a long time.

I miss you.

Mood: Happy | Music: Norah Jones - I've Got to See You Again