One ear I keep cocked to my putter,
waiting to hear if you sent a letter.



or maybe a card or joke, or two.



But atlas I get nothing what will I do?



Is it something I did?



I just don't know,
Maybe I moved too fast,
I should have gone slow.



Was it my picture,
you didn't like it?



Oh, please won't you tell me.
So I won't just sit.



Waiting wondering why I don't hear.



Just tell me the truth,
please be a dear.