The Ecstasy I Feel

January 4, 2015

The ecstasy that I feel

As I take the phone

And dial his number

And then the dread

As the phone rings

My heart sinks low

As second thoughts

Fill my head

And softly I do wish

He wouldn't answer

Yet he answers anyway

In his gentle voice

To which I feebly

Reply "Good Evening"

And we engage

In exchanging

Pleasantries trivial

Until I decide

To hang up the phone

For lack of anything better

To say

How sad I feel.

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