Poem: One Call

Another day has gone by, and you still have not call.

I sit and wait just to hear a voice that is so familiar.

As the night starts calling my name, I still never hear yours.

Days go by, and you start disappearing from my frame.

I no longer wonder to hear you, I just hinger to feel you.

Then it starts to fall away.

The thought of you leaves my brain.

Then I realize that you are no longer here.

You have gone to a place where there are no phones.

Yet I still can call you and know that you are listening to my ever word.