It awaits...

The letter you had sent

it still is in my pocket

unopened unread unwrinkled

above my heart it awaits

For i know
...this...

it's not the time

it's not the place

and its not for me

But 

for him, him
 my best-friend

...mine...

whom you love

as i have loved you

that friend who 

in the front-line

 for his motherland

for hundreds of his brethren

one as me
as I for him

is fighting

is struggling

is awaiting

for peace to come true

for love to win the petty hearts

like he had won yours

like you had won his
as you did mine

and still do

- 

Don't worry

he will get his letter

when he comes back

and when  my duty  starts

he will smile
with joy
with longling

i know
so will i

as I pat his back

till then...
till then,

 the letter you had sent

it still stays in my pocket

unopened unread unwrinkled

above my heart it awaits