Often I have tried to walk away 

Close chapters and write you off 

Erasing us seems impossible 

But so does moving forward 

You have me – stuck stuck 

Hopeless and hopeful all in the same 

You told me I wasn’t – the same 

Song seems to be repeating over and over 

The phone seems like such an informal way 

Of doing this when our hearts have the same address 

Just talk to me like I mean something 

I think of you as more than flesh and bone 

Do you think of me – after the dial and tone 

Poems just ain’t cutting it 

I need glasses fogged and skin scratched 

Mismatched socks and captain crunch 

Lunch boxes with sandwich bags and love notes attached