I called him in the

middle of the night

just to hear his

symphony.

I am desperate for

his touch, and I

need to know that he

still exists.

I may be an edgy boy,

and he may be my

butterfly, and I know

this most likely won't

work, but I need a way

for us to fall in love

again, as if we ever

lost it.

so I called him

every night, for at

least the first week

he disappeared from me.