The Password

I still have access
Your secret account
The one you asked
Me to create.

By then your mind
Ill with fatigue
Needing a way
You couldn’t forget.

I dare not peruse
This dormant diary
Things said
Replied, forgotten.

My address you used
Has locked me out
The password prompt sent
To a phone I no longer use
A number long forgotten.

Perhaps it’s for the best
My emails are denied
For if in your playful spirit
You message clearly sent
Admonished for not saying

G.P. Moss