This anxiety,
makes my heart flutter at his
slow reply. Waiting.

I crave his letters
locked inside a mocking screen.
Let me see your face.

Please let me hear your
voice. Your face so close to mine.
Feeling your colour.

Learning everything.
Time with no limit, no strings.
Pockets of soft words.

Every word we want
to say. I do hopelessly
love every small thing.