Pangs of melancholy

Im now many many miles away from home staring at a phone set feeling like saying hi to somebody anybody on the other side of the line yet not knowing who the heck to call so now this very thought is kinda stuck in my head and will always remain as an unrealized idea as long as i dont pick up this phone in front of me and start dialing.

(What’s my lucky number? Who’s the one for me?)

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And…and…and,

I SORT OF MISS HER, PROBABLY A LITTLE TOO MUCH THAN I SHOULD.

Sort of…

And so, the phone stays untouched.