In the morning hours
When no one else will have me
She talks with me in dead of night
When no one else knows I'm alive
Her voice comes across wires
Loud and crystal clear
Calling me to her
Knowing I can't come
Not that I won't but can't
But that won't last forever...
Some day soon
We will sit on the porch
Each hand holding the other
And watch the sun go down
5 comments:
Awe, I love this Mike.
Some day soon
We will sit on the porch
Each hand holding the other
And watch the sun go down
Smiles ....
Great post, I can see it so clearly.
Such beautiful simplicity, Mike!
Love in its purest form!
Um hmmm. Lots of longing in this piece...
Yes, She is MO and I am in KY. Pretty good skip, I guess.
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