Its weird how small things in life,
Will give you so much pleasure.
The fact that another person remembers you,
When you have been trying to forget that world.

That she took out time,
Lowered her ego and called you asked you if you were fine.
With mischeif or malice or sinister intend.

Thats flattering. Thats so ghastly over whelming
For all she wanted to know about were how badly my boats were burning down.