You were my only pleasure,
You were my only softness,
You brought out my best, but these days,
You bring out my paranoia,
When I turn the street's corner,
Thinking I see you in the corner
Of my eye, only to be
Another girl with your same composure.
Sometimes, I am just a heartbeat away
From the button on the telephone
That reads '4'
The last digit of your digits,
But then, I put the telephone to bed,
Just like I should put this to bed.

-Jamie F. Nugent