Someplace, Somehow
I dialed your number just the other day. Before you could answer, my nerve gave way. I couldn't go through, I chickened out. That you would answer, I had my doubts. And I didn't want to feel rejected. Not when my hopes have been resurrected. My hopes for a time. My hopes for a place. When I can once again see the smile on your face. Not only that, but something else too. So I can feel whole, by talking with you. When it happened, so long ago, the communication we had meant more than you know. I think it was, what I enjoyed the most. I know it was why I wanted you close. And it's probably why I want you even now. And am trying to find the someplace and somehow. Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 05:07 AM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 1
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"I dialed your number..."