Night is weighing heavy on my back. I used to drink the stars, but

tonight the whole Milky Way is pinning me against the table. I have the

worry of not knowing of you these past hours. Your telephone is off.

If I don’t hear from you in one more hour I shall call the police.

Can not concentrate on anything. I have walked the furry guy three

times around the block. I prepared dinner two hours ago. The wine is

in the refrigerator. I’m anxious. Wait! I just heard a car in the driveway.

I’ll go running to find out if it’s you. Sweet Heavens is you! Oh, what a

relief my sweet love. Hold me and kiss me. I want to find out what

happened. You lost your telephone and were prisoner of the traffic.

What a difference from our small town. Were we could find and know

the whereabouts of any neighbor after three minutes.

Unfortunately, that small town doesn’t exist anymore.

Wash yourself and get comfortable. Let’s have dinner and that bottle of

wine and then we’ll lay in the sofa.

Love you, sweet love.

EO