I am...

I am the message
bleeping on your phone
That irritates while you drive

I am your favourite song on cassette
the stereo chewed
while playing

I am the blue sock
that found its way
ruining your white laundry

I am the alarm at 6:30 am
that woke you
grumbling this morning

I am the one
you asked for a kiss
a thousand years ago in The Black Horse

I am that phone number
you rang the next day
Begging to see me once more

I am that girl
who lied to her parents
so I could see you again and again

I am that girl you asked to marry
Three years on
I still have the ring

I am that girl who loves only you
day after day
Only hiding a few tiny secrets