"I went to my parents' house and picked up my copy of Strongs Concordance, which I hadn't used, or even seen, in several years. Hidden in between the pages was an aging, crinkled scrap of paper, upon which were written three things:

Encircled, "D12d2g"

"speed dial # 672"

and this poem

I can only guess that this poem was about a relationship I had been in, which began in the fall, ended in the spring, and ruined my summer."