Thanks for being there - somewhere

I thought I'd go mad - not having seen or heard. Feeling so helpless - thought you were lost to me. Que sera they say. They don't know you.

Then that voice on the other end of the phone in dulcet tones, calming my spirit like it always does. The electrons keeping me warm inside from the cold bitterness that once was passion - long ago. Still living with it - it seems like lifetimes away.

I'd almost forgotten all that - until you - one can grow used to the coldness without knowing. I'm absolutely mad for you - you have to know. How could you not? I know you feel it. Sure, I'll play it down on the outside - but it's raging in here. Torrid sun-surface melting.

All I think and feel hangs in the distance - balanced on a beam of light. It might as well be light years... hurry up and wait. Soon...