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Dialing ten numbers
the familiar melody of beeps.
She answers, again, as always
giving me helpful directions
how to get to you.

How to get to you...
I only wish I knew.
I only wish you knew,
how you get to me.

I follow her cheerful directions,
dialing your extension,
followed  by the # sign.
I wait to hear your message,
the melodious sound of your voice.

How can I get to you?
I only wish I knew.
I only wish you'd let me
get close to you.

I listen breathlessly
to your every word.
The smile in your voice
matches the smile on my face.
How I love the sound.

How can I let you go?
I don't really want to know.
I don't really want to know,
if I can.

So I listen to your message
and the sound of your voice.
Until it's my turn to speak.
But I hold back
and quietly hang up the phone.