she rang  with a voice that asked questions with no intrestit was more tones of what i can get  .i got talked over walked over  i saw her on line talking with words of excitment about another  he spoke back with an enthuiastic flare of a girl he met in the libary she smiled  i sat i saw i read her face .i know her to well  i can see though her like a autum leaf againt the sun light . i am alone the day i called mine left a long while ago shouts of i love you aross a city river have become less than a whisper a love with no voice at all