The phone call
Red boots have gone. They left. They strolled away.
'Til fourteen years of heartache later, oh!
A call, around the dusty disarray
Inside my cobwebbed heart, says just hello.
Red boots have gone. They left. They strolled away.
'Til fourteen years of heartache later, oh!
A call, around the dusty disarray
Inside my cobwebbed heart, says just hello.
The voice
Unchanged by time,
Suppressed memories
Rear up unbidden.
Ten minutes bridges over fourteen years.
Just for a moment all is possible,
But when the voice breaks off, one thing remains.
Red boots have gone. They left. They strolled away.
