Mon
Oct
5
dad
on a hazy tuesday afternoon the phone rings, and i think… maybe it’s you.
maybe you’re not gone and it’s all just a dream…
if only heaven had a payphone.
you’d call and i’d smile, i’d talk and you’d laugh.
if only you’d come back…
i’d trade a million things to see your face or just for one more embrace
even if i had to let you go it would be one more recent memory… less distant than before.
it’s a pain that doesn’t cease and a hurt that doesn’t heal
but a pride that remains and a love i’ll always feel.
