The Telephone

Dialing the number I know so well
Hearing the voice I love to hear
What more could I ask?
Our love declared through cables
Holding an impersonal machine
I hate the bloody telephone!!
I want to see her face,
Hold her hands,
Feel her lips.
Hoe can I express how I really fell
To an inanimate object?
Is it all we've got to bridge the miles?
No, we've got our love.
We've got our prayers.
But I still need to tell her
"I love you!".
So like it or not
I need that bloody telephone.

1st May 1996 - Uxbridge, Middlesex, England.

-Richard