I like this one.

So much reminds me of you,
but mostly, it’s the dark,
and the faint glow of
red numerals on a digital clock.
There was nothing to see,
no sound but your voice,
and despite the clock
I never noticed how late it was–
it was always too early for that.

In the desperate solitude of the dark
I can still hear you
telling stories I never quite understood.
I’m not sure I do, still–
it was really just you I was hanging on to,
not your every word.
Sometimes I still talk to you,
knowing you can’t hear me,
when it’s dark
and I’m reminded of you.

There are some nice lines in here! This one is about the same girl most of these ended up being about. I’d spend hours talking to her on the phone every night, just lying in the dark. My alarm clock was the only illumination. The reason this one is remarkable is it’s the most directly and honestly about her. This was deliberate. The title (which one or two people might know; I won’t repeat it here) has her name in it. It’s one of two things I’ve written which does.