back again

his words feed my famished soul in a way that i wasn't aware i needed. i stare at the phone thinking of reasons to call. i now avoid eye contact for fear that my sockets will lead to betrayal. he's with her...i must remind myself, yet wonder what would happen if i made a move. i need his voice the way i did years ago. i feel validated in my choice and again angered at the loss. i was supposed to hate. my heart turned cold. i want to meet his needs yet question my own intent as the need to conquer.