Phone call

I looked upon that name I've grown to love
and felt instantly sad
"I can't talk, I'm grounded," I said
you understood
and when you were gone I already missed you

Lately you've been giving me such happiness
I've loved our conversations
and getting to hear your voice
but you see my parents dont' want me happy

Is this happiness so foreign to them?
Can't I smile and laugh and glow without being interupted?

It was the worst phone call I've ever had to endure
I'd never want to do it again
Because it pains me to have to say goodbye

*a not-so-good poem but that's ok...it's all for Liz.