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To Call You


Really, I did remember to call you--

I wrote it on on my hand, I've 

Wanted to all day--but in my 

Whirlwind of a life, the things I did

To fill my days while I was

Waiting to meet you,

Before I knew your name and the smile

In your voice when

You pick up the phone, 

Those things

Keep stealing me away.

But honestly, I did remember 

To call you.

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alto_Watson

mea columba optissimus vīrōrum est, et sīcut ventīs sum rēbus meīs.

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