It just sat there.

Waiting for me,
Begging for me to ring

So I did.

I expected your machine
(why should today be different?)
but instead it was you.
It was really you
and I wondered why I’d rung.

Then you told me that you loved me.

And I knew.

© S. McLean 1994

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