Blondie
 
He called me Blondie
We never met
I knew him only from
Bits and pieces of his life
Scattered like shrapnel
On page after page,
Letters written
Between bombings
 
We were children
Of the sixties, after all,
Ready to take them all on
He spoke of home and family,
Dreams, Vietnam
 
Vanished for a brief moment
And we could pretend
We were just two people
Passing the time
 
And pass it did
Thirty long years
 
But still I think of him,
Wait for his answer
To my last letter
And I remember
He called me Blondie