So I called you at home hoping you'd be there;

And we exchanged silent feelings between whispered worries;
Hours passed.

"It's getting cold;
I'm tired.
Come over?"

Three beeps.

We didn't quite make pancakes,
Didn't quite tell the whole story;

We sat in silence.

I watched you undress through innocent eyes;
And find comfort curled through silk security.

You lay silently sleeping;
I sit holding your hands within mine.

Unsure of myself,
Yet so sure of my feelings;
With every passing moment.

And of you;

I'm watching your chest rise and fall with every breath;
Your tired smile kissing solitary strands of golden hair.

I'm wondering what you're dreaming,
Are you thinking of me?

When it came to mind;

I don't care;

Just so long as I'm there.
Beside you.

And so I continued my voyeuristic escape,
Unwilling to miss a moment;