Not The One

"Not The One"

I opened your letter,
smelled you cologne,
went to my room, and
sat by the phone.

You said you would call;
you promised me that.
I sat there and thought
it\'s going to be bad.

Minutes like seconds;
time crept by fast.
The clock ticked away;
soon hours had passed.

Finally, you called;
I picked up the phone,
but when you talked,
you had a nervous tone.

You said it was over,
and now we are done.
There is no more;
you're just not the one.

(7-26-04)