Just a note -- This is an old poem I wrote about the time I sent a letter to a guy at school, telling him I had feelings for him, and mainly about the call I made to make sure he had gotten it. If y'all want more background, just say so in a post and I'll tell you the whole sob story.

I called you Friday night
To ask if you had received
My death-to-sender letter.
Your mom answered the phone
(Or it may have been some random aunt)
Dishing out the standard “Hello