phone call

you are right there across a measured space
your voice at call each time i touch the phone
your ready smile the warming of your tone
but what i can't have right now is your face
there's nothing i can do time to erase
and you'd be first to tell me not to moan
but still i miss you right down to the bone
the day's more torpid than a slug's slow pace
each of us has our tasks and has to wait
until the clock has turned and journey's made
our time together's paid in hours apart
and this is just the normal working fate
of those who have to sweat and make the grade
but still the rose is born within each heart