You call me on the phone
After a day filled with thoughts of you
We speak and we laugh and we feel less alone
I'm wrapped in a blanket
At home in your voice
I don't want to go
But it's not really my choice
There are things to do,
dreams to be had
But just to have met you
I'm so very glad
Sometimes when I'm glum
When I'm feeling cold and alone
I think about you
And that light that you own
Your arms are a blanket
Your love is an ocean
My love is in motion,
Always moving toward you
Thoughts of you
Far away in the West
Make me feel cozy
They make me the best
Although I'm not pining
I still see us as one
The thought that brings me comfort is
One day, under the sun.
About the Creator
T.F. Hall
Freelance writer and creative writer. I love to read, write, hike, and explore nature.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
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