In Moderation

I lie awake at night waiting for her call. I stare at countless infomercials and tv evangelists. I think of things to tell her. I cry myself to sleep. I finish reading another novel. Every night the same. 2 nights go by without hearing her voice. I dream of holding her. A face so real but unable to touch. 2 a.m. the phone rings... and I know it's worth it :)