I dread to wait.

My friend is leaving for the army. I try to understand it.

I am deathly afraid,

terribly concerned for your life.

In this short time

you've meant so very much to me.

I fear the distances

of space and time are gnawing on my composure.

If you were to get hurt,

if you were in need

I wouldn't be able to hear your screams

and I could not come in time if I did.

Already too much has been taken

away from me.

I don't want to add you to the list.

But only time can tell.

And I dread to wait.