Limerence III

Very early on Friday morning,

A faint ringtone told me that you had come home; 

I was finally able to sleep.

I may have even smiled.

So many days had passed,

And I had been so well-behaved.

I resisted temptation all that time

To make any stir

That might solicit reciprocation,

Or worse yet,

Silence.

If you believe that I simply disappear when you go away,

You are correct.

In your presence,

I am definable.

I assume a comfortable form that recognizes you,

So unlike the one in your absence;

I hate that one -

A shapeless, shadowy drunken hulk hovering over your electronic life,

Observing it all - hypothesizing - writing a dark and sordid story from pieces

Of comments, likes, followings, shares, snap scores. 

I remain out of control

Until through my insatiable recklessness, 

You have been completely reassembled - an irresistible stranger- 

Less obtainable than ever

And even more desirable.