You called me this time.
I've never made a poem rhyme.
I spoke to you in threes.
I got weak in the knees.
A sure sign of my anxiety.
I hoped it would show through,
But, you said you felt the same way too.
Once the conversation was over,
I was glad for two things for sure.
One: We weren't completely through.
And two:
Thank God my phone is waterproof.