I hope she hears
I need my phone to make a call
There’s someone waiting far out there
So, I rush down the hall
There is so much I want to share
I hope to get her when she has a slot,
because with her work she is busy a lot
I need my phone, oh! I wonder where
Lost it again — I’d almost bet
A glimpse of it; I race like a hare
This took too long, I feel regret
That spills away in silent tears
I shall call now, I hope she hears
I have my phone now in my hand
Unlocking it — no mystery
I hold it close, as something grand
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Smile not — this phone knows our story
Separated from my girlfriend, years apart,
Work in another country has done its part
Her loving smile, her soft embrace
Her sweet scent that held me close
Laughter that spread across her face
These old memories remain a force
I cling to them, unwilling to let go
Her voice rings in my head like an echo
Without further ado, I dial her number
The ring does sound like a slow wail
The time nears to wake from slumber
I pray she picks up before voicemail
It has been ringing a while, the end is near
And then I hear the voice of someone dear
Note: This is a generic poem that can hold true for anyone. I have used the word “she” rather than “he/she/they” as it is easier to use a singular term, but there is no singular term to cover men and women that I can think of
