It amazes me that I miss those morning phone calls...It annoyed me so much, but now I miss it so much. My Father-In-Law used to call and wake me in the morning just to see how I was doing and since he passed away this is how I feel and part of my writers block problem. I don't want to write much. Writing causes thinking and thinking causes the hurt to intensify so I do other things.

My heart skips a beat every time the phone rings
I keep thinking I’ll hear his voice on the other line
My heart beats faster with every ring
It beats even faster when his name comes up on the caller id
I know it won’t be him but I wish it would be
I can’t explain the void in my heart
I can’t explain the hurt that I feel
He wasn’t my dad but he treated me like his own
I wish he could have come home
I wish he would call and wake me in the morning
It annoyed me so much when he did it
Now I wish for it everyday
God I wish he would’ve come home again
I don’t know what tomorrow brings
But I wish he could be on the line when the phone rings