It’s a drunken late night call
I want to say something, hear your voice
I get the machine
I don’t like its tone
I say something anyway
“Call me….hello”
I forget to hang up
You hear me drop the phone
The next morning
When you play the message
At a reasonable hour
You call to tell me
You love me
But I’m not ready
Hung-over in the dark basement apartment.
I have been there! Just to heaar that voice and know someone is out there!
Thanks Mary for stopping by and leaving a comment. I think we have all been there…those who have not I probably wouldn’t hang out with them anyway.