The phone rang twice and one more time 
Your old familiar voice came over the line 
My heart beat faster my eyes began to tear 
And once again I wished you were here 

A long time ago when I was young and blind
I loved your voice coming over the line 
I loved your eyes of smoky slate blue
My heart beat faster each thought of you 

Then one day I awoke and you were gone 
I cried half the night and all day long 
No phone calls, no word not even a letter 
As the years passed by and life got better

Now the sound of your voice once again 
Has reminded my heart of the tears and pain 
I cannot go back and relive the past years
I don’t want the pain –I don’t want the tears 

The love I once felt has flown out the door 
Memories are enough of the life from before 
You ask if the girl lives there that you once loved 
And I answer, “I’m sorry, I think she has moved”

“She’s moved on with her life and moved ahead”
“The love she once felt for you I think is now dead”
And I hang up the phone and brush away the tears 
Memories are all that’s left of those younger years.

copyright © Patsy Sleeman May 99 

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