slow down, tap, tap, answer. driving my madness at twice the limit i reach out, as predicted. at first, controlled surprise, then, after my convocation, curiosity driven anxiety. felt like a problem solved, a release, a closure. the only thing remaining is the need for a wise choosing of the words to hang in the air between, in the distance about to explode. the last thing i care is reaching the missing you, the one that never came back from where it went, the one i miss.