On Valentine’s Day 2008

Roses are rose and violets are violet
A phone always knows from the way that you dial it
The patterns of pleasure and patterns of chore
And the singular sequence of ten digits worn through
From dialing
To say I love you

Cause whether you’re close or whether you’re farther
A half must disclose that it misses its partner
And if the pulsing of signal is thin
The thumb faded numbers remind it of when it was new
And every touch
Was I love you