"A" she says, a plea to pick up the phone,
Answer the **** message, your words feel like home.
And to her, those words, are priceless.

"A" says her pride, answer her call,
That letter is an essay, begging for a brawl,
But he would never, never answer her.

"A" she says again, as he lays down in sleep,
That word, a secret, she can never keep.
Here, she never will again.