We write our notes

Back and forth

I have joined ww1

And you, ww2

Across the blue

The letters come

And lucky for you

Army green becomes you

But what about me

Will it finally be ww3

When some new branch of the military 

Sports colors on a uniform 

That bring the best out in me

Like navy and purple?

By then you’ll have joined ww4.

But someday once more will the frequencies of love reign

Over the duress of pain 

Until the high road meets the low

And all the unexpectancies are met

In person?

-jenn