"The Army's hard, and I miss you,
But I'll be home in December."
I close my eyes. . . my heart beats true,
Longing to remember.
Months ago your arms held me,
And I woke with your lips on mine.
Your touch sent my soul soaring free,
Yet it returned to be with thine.
An empty click. Your phone card's dead.
The cold tone buzzes in my ear.
"I love you, Jason," my heart said,
Too soft for you and me to hear.
