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why are you always there

late at night

haunting me, taunting me

with your deep hypnotic station voice

Do I have a choice

No, I really do not

I am compelled to call you

are you like this in every day reality

so cynical and unsympathetic

and yet a shard of sincere warmth

shines through the coldness

I am no one special to you this I do know

it hurts me some but I don't like to let it show

I am strange this is a fact

and one that can not be denied

and something that you remind me of all the time

am I your type in any even small way

or do I still just classify as a mere friend

No, I don't really fit in

do I?

I'm neither friend nor foe

just a female voice with a sense for the absurd

I tell myself just one more call and then I will stop

but who am I kidding?

I am endeared to that deep sweet voice  

that has no body.......

(written July 17,1987)