Nothing a box of chocolates can't say

Alone.
Sad.
Call.
No Answer.

He calls back.
Seeing him again was what I needed.
He kisses me.
Don't let the fire die.
Sometimes one a.m. seems early instead of late.

Laughing and talking.
Kissing has already said what we want too.
Curled up on his bed.
Commiserating our days...
over a box of chocolate.