I loved talking to you on the phone,
as you lay ready for bed.
I imagined every sigh and moan,
as they rolled right through my head.
Though we had talked this way through the night,
to me it seemed time stood still.
Nothing before you has felt so right,
nothing again ever will.
You talked to me of your kids and life,
then of many random things.
You were kind and asked about my wife,
then just plucked at my heartstrings.
You lay in your bed drifting to sleep,
far away and all alone.
You hung up and my heart took a leap,
no more romancing the phone!
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?