Twenty Two

A funny old birthday

I've talked to no-one

Is she counting her loose change

At the edge of the ocean?

It's a while since we've spoken

I want her to phone me

I'm a little lonely

She'll be home Sunday

She'll be home sunburnt

Freckles on her face

Wearing a t-shirt

I can't wait to see her

I re-read her letter

I'm a little better

I'll wait at the airport

I haven't told her

She's cut her hair short