I Sit By My Phone

Written By David E. Young , 2000
I sit by my phone, 
All the night through,
I sit by my phone, 
Wondering.

Will the call come? 
Will it be her?
I stay through the night, 
Wondering.

It silently sits, 
Mocking the dark,
I keep my vigil,
Hoping.

Hoping against hope,
That it will ring,
Perhaps she will call, 
Hoping.

The hours pass by,
Turning to days,
But I still wait, 
Thinking.

She might have misplaced, 
My phone number,
Soon she will call, 
Thinking.

I sit by my phone,
All through the night,
I sit by my phone,
Wondering.

Will she call right now? 
Then the phone rings,
I answer the phone, 
Wondering.
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