faux pax

i called earlier today; there was unrest in your soul. i heard you were hiding for a reason; i asked, but i wasn't able to hear the answer of your frightened whisper.

you cuss.
a struggle.
and then, you're gone.

i feel unwell; my insides are burning. i try to call again, but no answers come.

with leaden feet, i go back to my routine.
you're foremost on my mind.
the day cannot drag on any slower....

i rush out. i call. i hear your voice. it's in my machine.

you say that you're well. doubt clings to me.

love isn't supposed to be like this!
if only i could take you away....