Where are you?

A chilly night,
As the wind blows against my closed windows,
The rain mergers into the ground,
My phones beside me,
The door ajar.

The wait,
Torment on a worried heart,
Locks a promised love,
Hidden away from prying eyes,
Held in your hands.

A playing stereo,
On deaf ears singing,
With melodious monotone,
The hum of cold love,
My dead phones.

Awaiting the rings,
Bursting with cheerfulness,
Sharing the stress,
Soothing the pains,
Conquering with love.

I'm here waiting.