Alone in bed I sit writing about you (Always about you )
My phone rings it’s you
You ask me “Are you writing?”
I reply “I am, are you reading, what chapter you on?
You give me a brief summary of what you’ve read
I can hear the excitement in your voice, I smile
You ask me “What you smiling about? “
I ask you “How do you do that?
How do you know my facial expression from a phone call?”
“I just do” you say
Then the conversation continues
“The sky is dark tonight “ you say
We sit /lie apart looking at the night sky
You’re not with me; you’re alone in your bed
But you’re looking at the same night sky as me
We’re barely 3 miles apart
But you feel so very close
I wish I could reach down the phone and look into your eyes so blue
Instead of the dark night andI wish I could tell how much I love you
“You say it’s cold tonight “and I agree
I say “There’s definitely a chill in the air
I wish I could reach down the phone and hold you and keep you warm
Instead of the cold freezing my skin and I wish I could tell you how much I miss you
“You say there is stillness tonight”
I say “I know it doesn’t feel right”
I wish I could reach down the phone and touch you
Instead I sit here still and I wish I could tell you how much I WANT you tonight
You say “It’s getting late ” and you know how early I have to be awake
I say “I know, I’m just finish this verse and then I’m going to sleep”
You reply “I’m finishing off this chapter and I’ll call it a night”
We finish off in unison “Sweet dreams babe, goodnight.”/
“Sweet dreams, night my sweet.”
We both hang up
I finish my verse
I turn off the light
I lie there alone in the dark, cold, still night,
with thoughts of nothing but you
Content knowing that’s what you’re doing too
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