I take the phone

I take the phone,
There is a wind
Painfully reminded of your voice.
She asked me not to call again.
And you kept your word.
And I was silent,
And have to remain silent no longer
I want to talk to you,
And you're a hitchhiker out of the way.
And I'll deal with it probably,
When can I,
But it seems all in vain,
To me only your voice will help.
And ice cold don't melt
Neither in spring nor in warm autumn.
I'll take a jar of jam
Perhaps others will ask him.
I'll take my next hug
And a warm, warm winter blanket.
In phone there wind whistles,
You're quiet...
Keep his word.