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.
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
how lovely is this.. your words I mean... very I reply.....
Hi N, thank you as always.
pleasure my friend..
Those loving calls from a distant lover warm the heart like nothing else.
Don't they just. Thank you for reading and commenting - and favouring! It means a lot 🙂
What a beautiful loving write Clara.
Thank you kindly. Sometimes such the simplist of things can cause such joy!
.... Saved!
Honoured! Thank you so much! 🙏
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