<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memory Of Telephone Calls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are you waiting <br>for me to call.<br>All you will hear <br>is telephone silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Telephone silence <br>is a sound <br>I always hear.<br>I fear.<br>A telephone <br>is a hated thing <br>when it <br>does not ring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet <br>so often <br>it has been <br>our only means <br>of communication.<br>The only means <br>by way of which <br>I could <br>communicate <br>with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your letters <br>and cards <br>have given me <br>past <br>pleasure and joy.<br>But also <br>the sharp <br>separation <br>of long <br>or final goodbyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We often <br>spoke on <br>the telephone <br>later cell phones <br>because we <br>could not <br>come to <br>each others houses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We could not <br>cross the threshold <br>of each others <br>doorsteps.<br>We could not <br>warm ourselves <br>by the hearthside <br>of each others company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now <br>the long cold <br>of winter separation <br>is upon us.<br>And now <br>the long chill <br>of bitter separation <br>has come again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525922" data-title="Memory Of Telephone Calls de Terence George Craddock" data-description="Are you waiting for me to call. All you will hear is telephone silence. Telephone silence is a sound I always hear. I fear. A telephone is a hated thing when it does not ring. And yet so often it has been our only means of communicati..."></div> </div> </div>

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