I ran all the way home sprinted actually, out of breath and shapes not accurate but not important on the matter. I fumbled for keys and dispersed doors to frantic privacy calling you as soon as Francis would allow. I wanted to hear your voice more than anything else more than discussion more than reasoning more than the sense of it all. The sound of your voice I love how it echoes in my head and the rest could follow as soon as I knew you were there. I want your voice to dazzle my dreams tonight Pretty please? Have it reverberate as I toss and turn in half alive sleep? But what I need, more than anything love, is to hear it chime in person. To rest my eyes on your beautiful face. To witness your lips part as care spills out, forming those simple but genuine words. *"I'm here and I've got you. It's going to be ok now".