She's away at times for a day or more and
I sit waiting by the door or listening
for the phone to ring to bring me news,

because she completes the circuit and
bridges the gap which makes me happy
and all of that is good.

Sometimes when I'm away
I think a day lasts as long as a year
and wish she was here with me or
there with me or anywhere with me

unbelievably for me she wishes it too.

and on the cosmic shoreline
when
time is suspended
and all life has retreated
the telephone will ring
and I'll be listening for
her voice.