The Telephone Is Such A Lonely Place Poem by Colin Coplin

Nothing left to say,
So, as she talks, I sketch a picture, of her face
The telephone is such a lonely place,
She's far away, from me, today

Every sound,
Echoes in my thirsting ears, hungrily tasting every word she speaks
Her simple, I love you, pulls me, through the phone,
Moments later, she is gone. I'm alone
She's far away from me today

I wish constantly, she's with me, everyday
In each, others arms, no finer love, what's left to say
She's far away from me today

Like a whale in the deep blue sea, I hear your call, I hear your call
Time and distance they mean nothing to me, I hear your call, I feel your call

Nothing left to say,
So, as she talks, I sketch a picture, of her face
The telephone is such a lonely place,
She's far away, from me, today

Like a whale in the deep blue sea, I hear your call, I hear your call
Time and distance they mean nothing to me, I hear your call, I hear your call

Copyright Colin Coplin 1985 (updated 2023)