Just Calculations

Perhaps I fell in love with you by the sea
when we skimmed flat stones, saw rocks
vaulting implausible distances over water.
You asked me to count and note down
how many times each stone bounced
and I thought we would perhaps do some maths.
You spoke: "Those digits that you wrote?
It's my phone number...goodbye!"

I was always good at catching and throwing,
just not so good at being caught or thrown;
It would be later, perhaps much later, when
I wonder if you wonder if I phoned...