Dial the number <br />on this faded matchbook cover <br />Wondering what to say <br />as I hear the first of several rings <br />It aint no secret <br />there is a past between you and me <br /> <br />It's beginning to rain <br />might turn out to be one of those days <br />Funny how each drop <br />reminds me of tears once shed <br />That long ago day <br />just like the way this one seems to be heading <br /> <br />Must have been out of my mind <br />my hands must have believed <br />My head and my heart <br />would pull it together and understand <br />How could I explain to you <br />what I never should have said <br /> <br />I hang up the telephone <br />toss that faded matchbook cover away <br />Step out into the pouring rain <br />thinking I should just let you be <br />I can learn to live with the pain <br />even hide it away <br />What we shared <br />is better left in the past <br /> <br />She reaches for the telephone <br />wonders if it's him <br />What will he say <br />will he give her the chance <br />to forgive and let him back <br />And her heart skips a beat <br />knowing that without a doubt <br />If it's him <br />he still holds the love in her heart <br /> yet the phone stops ringing....<br /><br />Daniel Wittfoth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-phone-stops-ringing/
