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University Payphone

From the depths of a damp October
you called me daily
The auburn street outside
so unfamiliar
That new city
didn't yet feel like home

"I just called to hear your voice
and ask when you’ll come to visit?"
Muted tears falling
on the university payphone
And the scratch of coins loading
asking if I missed you

And every day, I do
of course, I do
Every dusk into that winter
our daily phone calls
It was so hard to hear 
those secret tears

Two months crept by
and now there are other voices
I could hear you smiling
and it's so good to know you're happy
new friends surrounding 
fewer calls, less often

And every day, I do
of course, I think of you
Every iced spring morning
I miss your phone calls
it was good to hear you happy
but sad to know
you no longer needed me...



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Sun 23rd Oct 2022 14:39

Thank you Stephen and Flyntland, very kind of you.

And thanks to Frederick, Stephen, K Lynn and Holden for reading this one and the 'likes'. Much appreciated.

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Sat 22nd Oct 2022 09:41

gentle, sensitive and loving - what a beautiful poem.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 21st Oct 2022 16:58

A beautiful poem of love, Tom.

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