That night I stood by my phone.

I called you, and you didn't answer.I waited but the phone didn't ring.I craved to tell you how I felt, what you meant to me. That I was sorry I have not absorbed all your love while I still could.

For underneath I felt it. Underneath, I knew.

Just a night call and everything would be over.My fears, my despair, my grief.They wound forever vanish with the sound of your voice Telling me you will be back for the rest of our lives But you never answered. And you never call.

God knows I waited.I waited that night, I waited the following dayI waited while the cleand you upWhile the carried you away from me For years I waited for our voice, any signs from anywhere.Anything.But nothing happened.

To much time I have spend looking upBut now I've learned that no one comes far above.As for to day I keep my head low, facing ground where I know I will find you soon.If not as your self as whatever you are.That's good enough for me.

For I'd rather be not with you there than without you here. For only an answer could prove everything would be alright.

Only your voice instead of the dismal answering machine telling me to try again.Which I did.Again.

Again.

Again.

How close we were.

Just a nightcall away from the rest of our lives.