No sound it makes...
Her days are spent as she lives...alone
lying in bed now staring at the phone
holding back the tears thoughts of him bring
wishing with every breath for it now to ring
hours pass in this room where she hides away
knowing she isn't missed or thought of in his day
yet she waits patiently, a great toll it takes
her heart closes more, weeping, no sound it makes
A. Boudreaux 2007
