Phone Call

Post meridian, ten to eight.
For three long days did I wait.
Fear and caution made me stall.
Alas, now I make the phone call.

Courage though, I still lack.
Soothing music fills the back.
Sitting down wondering where I stand,
The phone, and her number, in my hand.

I make the call, fears aside.
Everything to prove, nothing to hide.
A woman picks up and says hi,
A moment or three, passes by.

It was a soft, yet serene greet.
Lovely it was, the voice was sweet.
Soon I engage in conversation
Hoping for a kind of revelation.

Those three words I'm meaning to say.
I can't though, my emotions are kept at bay.
So soon, sadly, the phone call ends.
My momentary high now descends.

Now time will take place.
One night before I see her face.
Anxiety begins to fill my head,
Then stupidity, I should have said

The way I feel about her.
In words, I cannot answer.
Unknown to her be it so,
Soon, one day, she will know.

By Ethan, Tuesday 13th April, 1999