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".