Flustered Axons

Written to a girl while sipping a warm cup of choco caremal latte at an airport terminal,

Your on the road and I’m almost about to hit the cotton clouds of the bloody rainy day that it is…
God I’m wishing I had your small and tiny figure deep in my arms,
The thought just makes it seem like you’re already here with me,
sipping away at our hot mocha caramels and watching stupid clips of people being shot in the are.
Oh, how I wish you were here…

I count the seconds that tick away till the moment I meet you again. Seconds… They seem like hours, the minutes days and the hours eons of eons…
Being torn from you is like having the very wisps of life tempted from the core of my weak and wearing soul…

But we’ll be home soon. Yea, you and me and me and you and just the both of us, baby.
I’ll call. Tonight, I’ll call. And I’ll talk my life in to you. At least enough to help you forget your problems.
All I want to do is to share enough with you so you know that I’m there with you in you heart.
My soul, and yours, playing in deep thought of wanting imagination of the things that cannot be said anymore than actions its self.
Ah… I long for your trust and your warmth in my life.

I love you and I know you do love me too. Till I say your name again,
Toodly doo, my love…