Eight years, one month, eight days

Eight years, one month, eight days

after we met,

she called.

Eight years, four days

after we became lovers

she called on the phone.

Seven years, nine months, seven days

after our first fight

she called to improve her social skills

Seven years, eight months, seven days

after I had to go away for a while

she told me how alone she is

Seven years, seven months, seven days

since I came back,

bearing love and gifts

she told me of her losses

Seven years, one month, seven days

after we broke up,

she cried on the phone,

that she just felt weak,

couldn't make it,

apologised for crying at me

I said oh, hey, that's ok,

I'm honoured by your trust.

Seven years, one month, seven days

later, I hang up

and look at the phone.