Clara

Your Call

Oh! It\'s six o\' clock on the dot 

I eagerly wait for my slot

Every day without fail, I dive under the covers, a cup of tea upon my nightstand and I stare at the phone...

I remind myself to breathe

Calm the butterflies, wipe my palms

Your name, oh!

How it lights up my screen!

And... Do you realise the world has stopped?

Your voice, your breath, a caress

It reaches deep into my chest

I have half an hour with you, maybe more

Sacred minutes I cling to...

Fight for...

Live for...

Thirty minutes every day

Wishing wells and fairytales

We\'ve created our own world

A world of you and me

No troubles and no worrying memories

But, as surely as the clock strikes six

You give me my warning call

You tell me softly that you have to go

Even though I know your call must end

I miss you before you go

One small breath, I wish you\'d stay...

Speak soon, bye darlin\'

Do remember I love you.