The phone rings and every time I look at it I’m hoping it’s him.
The phone rings and leap for joy when I see the jails number pull up on my phone.
The phone rings and I answer just to hear the same lady talk about the rules a regulations.
The phone rings and my finger is anxiously waiting to hear it say his name to tell me who is calling.
The phone rings and I have never wanted to press 0 so damn hard in my life.
The phone rings and I rush to answer it so I can be blessed with his voice for those 15 minutes.
For those 15 minutes it feels like things are better.
For those 15 minutes it’s like things are back to normal.
For those 15 minutes his soothing voice hushes out all my fears.
For those 15 minutes I can forget that he’s far away from me locked in a cell.
For those 15 minutes I feel complete.
For those 15 minutes I am happy.
But when the one minus lady comes on in hurting to say goodbye.
When the one minute lady comes on I try to say I love you as many times as possible.
When the one minute lady comes on the rush of pain starts to ooze back.
When the one minute lady comes on I remember the situation we’re in.
When the one minute lady comes on my belly sinks knowing I am so far from my lover.
When the one minute lady comes on I never fail to sigh.
And when the call is over I get swept with a hard feeling of sadness.
When the call is over I replay every word he said.
When the call is over I wonder if he’s as sad about it as me, or even sadder.
When the call is over I just sit there wishing he’d call again.
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