California Calling I call you and tell you I love you. We talk on the phone for just an hour. It will always be worth more than the hour, I shut my small black flip phone and think about how I cut my bill in half with talk and text. A few hours go by and you don't pick up. A new call from you. You call me from your hotel room. It's good to hear your voice. I picture of you, standing there, in my mind. Your phone call is from so far away that I dream a different life and call you from the next.