too many

Seeing me, their imaginations assume,
their belief and faith run wild,
trust everlasting as I sit at home, alone, waiting for a phone call that will never come.
My response and dedication to those that I love is crisp and clear because my heart and ears heed their needs & desires.
Mine remain unknown.
I am no mystery. I am just a man who loves and wants to be loved in return. The heavens rain down this grace and tenderness upon my, but its physical touch is extinguished by the shadows that cast themselves as guardians around me.
Protected I become the protector.
I am not too busy. I would never be. The ones I want to ask just never do. So I take it upon myself. I always have. Except that one time. So I probably always will.