When the clock chime told me the time I heard your name,
And I hate to call so late, but understand I had no choice;
I just had to hear your voice, however low, to say ‘hello;’
You see, it’s lonely here and I’d like to be there with you.
Please, can you understand my hand shook as I took the book
To look up your number, even though it was burned on my
Over-churned heart. . . Yes, dear, I know it’s late but fate
Has dealt me a terrible blow, and the sea of snow outside
Feels so bitter cold even in here where I am ~ the coldest
Cold is the cold of being alone ~ and the frost on windows
Has cost me my last tear; can you hear me? Oh, please don’t
Be upset but pity me; in this vast city I just needed to hear
One lovely voice, so I picked up the phone to dial my own trial,
Chancing no answer, but . . . ‘Hello,’ you so kindly spoke,
Knowing it was me, showing compassion; ‘how are you doing
My dear old friend?’ Ah, better now, for somehow hearing you
So clear and true steers my heart aright and renews my spirit.
Oh, I know it’s late, but I just had to hear your sweet voice. . .
You understand, I had no choice but to hear your voice. . .
No choice . . . so, ‘hello, my love; how are you, too?’
Note: Originally published in February 2016, now being republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!