It seems the day will never pass

Until I hear from you at last

The phone lies still, no rings emit

As all night long by it I sit

And though I will myself to sleep

Sweet slumber dare not upon me creep.

‘Tis strange I feel the way I do

Is it perchance how you feel too?

How longer yet can I keep still

This heart that leaps by its free will?

The printed letters leap at me

Albeit I try my best to see

The open book before me lain

While visions of you come not in vain.

Words from this page may not stick fast

But thoughts of you shall forever last.