That phone call, the one that you wait for
but never expect to come
was phoned today. And
that voice, the one that you ache for
but seldom expect to hear
spoke today. And that
loneliness, the loneliness you hurt from
but always help inside,
flies out like thin stones across water.
By: Carole Gregory
(I just thought I would post this, I love this poem by her)
