I kneel next to the phone, waiting to hear
the same ringing tone that I know so well.
Knowing, waiting, wanting, yearning to tell
so much love a distant far yet this near.
You did not call like you promised to do.
Minutes slipped by, then the hours passed too.
Outside, the moon is high, casting shadows,
shining into my heart which looks hollow.
The phone now rings, you are no more alive.
I shout your name aloud, the room echoes.
You are both my lover and love angel.
No need for tears, I know you are still near.
Day in, day out, looking down from above.
Even in death, I feel your love for me.

Lionel L
(14 Jul 1998)

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