They love each other twenty-four-seven.
She txt him up n he fax her n phone
so they are constantly in touch. Apart
or together is all the same to them.
Before the mobile when my i first set
on u, I walked with pockets full of change
to a call-box twenty minutes away.
Its heavy damp smell and smoke linger yet
as does the kicked in pane - hole for a foot
to rest in when it wasn’t in my mouth.
Dreading the pips which took root between us,
seeding yearning before the line was cut.
There was a season then for being apart,
to learn the needy touch tone of the heart.