Lately, I can't find a moment without you in it. It's maddeningly amusing. Your eyes. Your smile. Your kiss. The way you squint your eyes and peer out from just above your coffee cup. You know, it's the face you make when you're somewhere between half-amused and what the fuck. Whatever it is, it's adorable.

But damn it all, you're everywhere, even when you're nowhere. A few rounds of phone tag, and two missed calls--and I suppose I'll have to wait. Waiting, by the way, is not my strong suit. But I'd pull down tonight's eclipse, if you wanted me to. Half-shadow, half-moon. All parts crazy miracle.

Still, I digress, sitting here, sipping my morning coffee. Thinking of you. Wondering where you are and what you're doing. And if you're thinking of me. I wonder if you've figured out what flavor my lipgloss was, yet. Or if you're realized that you're the first thing I think of, when I wake up. All our myriad obstacles seem to scream; those logical and bloody under-caffeinated fiends that peek out from behind all good sense. But you know what? I don't hear a word of it, whenever I hear your voice.

So, baby? Call me.