By chance
I rang up
Another girl
With a name similar to yours
Translating the love that was
yours
Into hers
is like currency exchange
Something about its value
turns a little
either less or more
When she claimed
‘I knew you would
Call me today,
I was sure’
Dear
I accidentally dropped
Upon that voice
a little flower
From my bouquet
of love for you
Besides that
I spoke of
An accident in the city that
day
As the minute ticked three
She realized
I hadn’t meant to call her
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