I picked up the phone
missing my husband
As memories of our love haunt me And as the tears fall down my face I pick up the phone to call you To tell you how much I miss you The voice on the other end isn't yours Its a recording telling me, You changed your number. As I hit end the tears fall harder My heart breaks more. I wanted to talk like we used too. The way we used to laugh. The tears we shared together. I needed you today So I picked up the phone. Just to...
