A friend called me when she was on the way back from the northern part of the state, and said that the roads were icy.  BUT, she would call me when she got home.  Didn’t hear from her till the next day, and this came out of it.

My heart beats,
Wondering when you are going to call.

The phone near,
Wondering if your hurt.

My hands shake,
Wondering if you have taken a fall.

The key’s rattle,
Wondering if I have to drive to see you.

My eyes tear,
Wondering if your only at the mall.

The car starts,
Wondering were you could be.

My heart beats,
Wondering if your going to call.

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