Meditations of a fool, melancholy sighs-
Inane chatter to himself, requiring no replies.
Introspective frame of mind, a bit late, if you please
As he sits alone tonight, and spouts soliloquies.
Wonder why the dreams long past, never did transpire?
And only ashes now remain to show there was a fire?
A longing now to hear a voice, from somewhere in the past
His hand does reach to grip the phone, then hesitates at last..
Should I call, or should I not? and with disaster flirt?
Add insult to old injury? and agony to hurt?
No I think Iíll let it be- and let old heartaches lie.
Pretend it never happened, and watch the time go by.
Would she care? or would she want..to hear my voice again?
And would the love spring up anew, and resurrect within?
Or would the silence on the line, smash my final hopeĒ
And leave me as a man gone blind, to in the darkness grope?
I do not now, nor ever shall...know those answers, friend.
But I shall ever long to know, on that you may depend.
Two sad people far apart, forlorn and all alone-
Each desiring in their heart to dial the telephone.
[This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 01-03-2000).]