I think of you,

in these still quiet hours;

wondering if,

you think of me at all now.

Memories fade,

in passing times glow;

remembering,

those days without this sorrow.

And, smiles exist,

caught in these lonely moments;

as I wait here,

my heart sings soft, in lament.

Call to me love,

sparking my fervent wanting;

as vision swells,

echoes in my mind haunting.

Oh, to kiss you,

breathless anticipation;

as the phone rings,

igniting expectation.