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Sitting in the cold
Waiting in the dark
Hovering by the phone
All I need is an excuse
To call you
Afraid of what you’ll say
Frightened of what I’ll do
Constantly running away
All I need
Is you
You’re here, unbelievably
I’m shivering with apprehension
I don’t hear what you’re saying
All you need
Is time
I'm thinking
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A very tightly drawn snapshot of experience that I'm sure many of us have had. I think the real impact is in the first stanza. Like when yur really hacked off waiting for that call and wonder if you should take the initiative, but wary about what that may say about your own sense of desperation, and this is revisited in the last stanza. This is like a whole short story condensed into a few well chosen words.
