Longing.

Downstairs, the phone came to life,
And she let out a
Long sigh of joy,
Sprinted down the steps
With grace, her anklets jingling,
Eyes crinkling, noises falling
On deaf ears. She felt
A rush of pink blush
On her puffed, white cheeks,
Due to the racing of a little
Part of her heart.
She finally picked up the receiver,
And breathed a soft, “Hello”
In the ears of her beloved,
Whose voice she longed to hear.