Longing,
For that familiar ring,
How wonderful it was,
To hear your voice back then.
To chat with you,
To share our memories,
And laugh about the old days,
I miss your voice on the end of the line,
Those telephone conversations,
Were, oh so fine,
Everytime, I hear that phone ring,
I so wish it was you,
That we were back as we were again,
If only to hear your loving voice,
I have no say,
I have no choice,
For you are gone,
And I love you,
Longing to talk,
To get me through,
My empty days,
I so miss you,
In so many ways.
Jayne Louise Davies
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