Like a child

"...Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
where as a child I'd hide and pray for the thunder and the rain
to quietly pass me by..."

There were times when I would pick up the phone and dial that same familiar number hoping to hear that same familiar voice. It took me some time to realise I was perhaps calling the wrong number or the wrong person. Maybe he has changed, maybe I have changed or maybe I didn't know him at all. Sometimes it became too hard to accept the change but I have to live with it. I am living with it. And now the number's gone too. I like to think it's a sign, but I know that's absurd. He'll be back with a new number, again.

Sometimes I simply pick up my phone, like a child, hoping to hear that song again...

"...Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
where as a child I'd hide and pray for the thunder and the rain
to quietly pass me by..."