The Telephone

Dialing the number I know so well

Hearing the voice I love to hear.

What more could I ask?

Our love declared through cables

Holding an impersonal machine

I hate the bloody telephone!

I want to see her face,

Hold her hands

Feel her lips.

How can I express how I really feel

To an inanimate object?

Is it all we've got to bridge the miles?

We've got our love

We've got our prayers to cover us

But, I still need to tell her:

“I love you”.

So like it or not

I need that bloody telephone!

1^st May 1996, Uxbridge, England.