Grabbing the phone and searching for your name
Wonder as I do it why I'm doing this again
It goes straight to voicemail -- hasn't a choice
'Cos I'm calling the answerphone just to hear your voice.


Asked what this poem refers to, I answered:

Sounds like a whisper of grief on the wind
As a girl falls, crying, knowing she's sinned.
Sounds like a time of grieving and pain
Sounds like a heartbreak opening up again.

The End

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