Waiting by the phone

Waiting by a phone
For a call
That will never come
Time crawls
Tick tock
Every movement in slow motion
I know it will never arrive
But there is always hope
One day may arrive
Just maybe
As the lid
Comes down
Wasting the days away
Stopping it no use
One day was yesterday
Maybe in June
A line in the sand
Frozen in memories
Echoing off the rhythm
Of natures heart
As the waves
Wash the lines away
As the jet planes
Fly over head
At 34000 feet
Nowhere near here