Snow falls quiet on the empty street
Beneath gray skies with no hint of sun.
Valentine’s Day
And one crow alone on a telephone wire.

An artificial day and of no importance,
Commercialized, trivialized and often ignored.
No doubt that’s why the box is empty.
The crow caws once and flies away.

And yet remember that through the skein of wires above your head
Calls go back and forth looking for friendly ears.
Notes are written, torn up and begun again.
Words clot in pens. Eyes search the snowy streets,
looking for you. Always
Looking for you.