Face of New

I can see the glow, the blushing as I'm rushing to you. Calling my name in feverish angst. It's been too long since I've seen that grin. You decided to come out on a whim. Always glad to see you again. I can't pretend no longer that these feelings grow never thin. I may only have lint to my name but no reason to not have fun. Too much to gain. I blame no one for the lost communication. As my heart begins racing, I ask this question. As you pause, "Have you thought about me as much as I have about you? If so would you give me this honor of becoming the lost piece of my life's puzzle?"

The room grows...
SILENT.