i wait for him...

as he drives through the brisk evening, through the hills, through ohio of all places...and home, home to his grrl and his kitties...home to his bed.

i call and leave messages on his cell, anxious and tenative...the message this afternoon that he was driving the rental home and fuck the flight tomorrow morning.

that was the last i heard...

the mountains silencing the phone...dead.

are there mountains in ohio?

or is it just vast ammounts of space and time taking control of the lines, my TT so set on getting here that calling is wasting precious moments of speed and fast and here to us...

*hopes*