Bell on the line. Waking me up.
Nothing better than that final stroke
A touch. A kiss. Hand to my lips
Cupped under chin and at it again.
Lost in tales of hardshipped days
Listen and sigh, modern ways.
Come to me, bring your cares
I'll listen, nod, and a smile you can't see How nice would it be; to be in your company
The wires long, the signals thin,
ring again, again, again. like two teens sick
With words like ours, can't get enough but can't ever win.
Reminisce with me, think about it, laugh.
I've no regrets of what we've done in the past
Ok to reflect, lovely to feel on the other end of the phone: smile. Real.
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