Phone Call

I sit on the couch,
Unbuckle my blouse,
And just chill.
Nobody's home,
Then I hear the phone,
And my body stays still.
I think, 
Then I blink,
And calmly rise.
I slowly walk,
Not wanting to talk,
But then was surprised.
I got so weak,
When I heard him speak,
I didn't expect this at all.
Not even me,
Ever thought that he,
Would one day call.
He spoke,
And I chocked,
Within every other word.
Wanting nothing at all,
He just wanted to call,
But why October 23rd?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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