Phone Call

I hear you waiting for your phone to ring
to listen to the voice your phone will bring
I think of you alone; it breaks my heart
The voice upon your phone may be a start
of breaking chains that keep you where you are
of sounding near with words that come from far
across the time and distance, words for you
like something warm when you are cold or blue
I hear your warmth when you converse at last
When words are yours and you produce them fast
I’m waiting for your warmth, your words, your love
for everything that you convince me of
I love your truth, your beauty, I will be
for you what you have always been for me.