Also written while Juliet was in Fiji.

In 1981, international calls were problematic. Even before she went there, Avalon and Liverpool were in non-adjoining outer zones in Sydney, so it was an STD call that you paid for by the minute. So rather than running up a bill on my parent's phone, I would drive down to Newport and spend an hour or so calling from a pay phone at the local Post Office.

Overseas calls were another level of difficulty. There were only two places in Sydney where you could make such calls: The GPO in Martin Place, and the International Terminal. I tried the first one a couple of times, but parking was difficult to find. In the end it was easier to go to the airport. There was no charge for parking (and no multi-storey parking lot anyway.) It was usually fairly dead at night any way, and I had the terminal almost to myself. And a roll of 50c pieces that lasted until we exhausted our conversation.

The original poem had 5 verses of 5 lines.On looking at again, I added the recurring line of it being night, and changed several words. But then I had a mixture of verse lengths, so I added an extra line in verses one and two to even them up.

No rhyme scheme, just that end line repetiton.