The Telephone Is Such A Lonely Place Poem by Colin Coplin
The Telephone Is Such A Lonely Place
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)
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8/12/2026 8:27:15 PM # rel_20260811T123139Z_a98d49b
Such beautiful words, she must be a very lucky woman, to have you write this rhymes with so much passion, I like it: D