i'll call you

I'll call you,
you tell her.
i promise as she writes
her number
down on a bar
napkin,
but the number sits
in your wallet
for days, which become
weeks.
at the end of the year
you stare the smudged
blue numbers
and can't remember who
this person is,
so you finally call to
find out, but the number
has been changed
or disconnected.
you kept your promise
though, you called.