When ever I whimper
when ever I moan,
and feel the urge to
pick up the phone.

To call you and wait
for your single sigh,
hear about your day
and your life by and by.

My heart attaches itself
to the sound,
of hearing your voice,
and forgetting the pound,

ever so strongly
that beats in my heart
to the tune that reminds me
that we are apart.

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