The Next Time Poem by William Mowell

I listen to the sad songs
Because I know it will be awhile
Before I see your face again
The next time I see you smile

I know I'll get a call again
Hear your voice on the other end
Jump in my car and then
Head off for another whim

And until the next time
I'll be waiting for it to ring
Longing for your touch
Waiting for that phone to sing

The night holds our memories
My car holds some more
My mind has the best
That's where our love soars

The smell of your hair in my face
The warmth of your soft embrace
You are my leather and lace
I'll always remember how your lips taste

Love is on the other end
Of this dead end town
Just around another bend
Is the queen with my crown

I can't wait till the next time
When we get together again
And love runs wild and fee
Our love will never end