Eight years

Eight years, one month, eight days

Eight years, one month, eight days
after we met,
she called.

Eight years, four days
after we became lovers
she called on the phone.

Seven years, nine months, seven days
after our first fight
she called to improve her social skills

Seven years, eight months, seven days
after I had to go away for a while
she told me how alone she is

Seven years, seven months, seven days
since I came back,
bearing love and gifts
she told me of her losses

Seven years, one month, seven days
after we broke up,
she cried on the phone,
that she just felt weak,
couldn't make it,
apologised for crying at me
I said oh, hey, that's ok,
I'm honoured by your trust.

Seven years, one month, seven days
later, I hang up
and look at the phone.