It's a terrible feeling
To be here alone
No one to talk to
Just me by the phone
How grateful I am
That it's hours, not years
'Till my lover comes home
And quenches my fears
For the touch of his lips
For the heat of his need
Our souls become one...
Our lonliness...freed.
Cathy Roy
'92
Dedicated to Jerry.
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