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Jan 2014
on the caller ID
my friend sitting next to me
told me to ignore it
to ignore you
like you ignored me
before you got bored
and crawled back
still managing to have
some sort of an upper hand

but my left thumb
seemed magically drawn
to that little blinking green phone
that was the symbol
of how irresitable I still find you  

and when I answered the phone
you greeted me
with a soft murmur of my name

I have never enjoyed hearing my name more
Written by
stopthatnoise
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