Once upon a Conversation-Breaker

"6 numbers, one more to dial, before I'm before you

 ...One of the many, one of the few, to stand back and wait for you..."

The politone of the over-familiar cyber bells tell my heart that it's time to race. For a long time I have avoided the annoyance of human contact via the immediate superficiality of written non-sense... Nowadays I long for it...I long for you...

The first approach is made; The Ice we have been building for the last couple of eternal hours is broken by whoever is less prideful at the moment; 

A simple hello, nothing more, followed by a wistful remark. The epics of a one moon-expedition are exchanged, after reciting high-lights, the inevitable 'Puesi' strikes... Our Nemesis...

If only I was allowed once and for all to reach out to you, and let you in; no 5-foot wall to separate us... If only I got to share what already has to lay 6-feet under, as I once did... If only you could read my mind, as sometimes you appear to do, there would be absolutely no need for the conversation-breaker, awkwardness-riser 'Puesi'...

'I fell in love with the dream that I built of you

playing the part of your queen

taking my own advice

I'm giving up tonight

good luck to you, my king'

But as human as we are I give up on giving up,  and am obliged to continue going around Jericho, once again. Log in, hoping the fortification around your heart and your eyes finally succumbs, and you get to see me for who I am: yourself. 

That way, maybe when you do, I will become the politone that makes your heart race...