Valentine from Camus

I scribble this out
knowing you will never read it
but I hope
(don't we all)
against the obvious
you will find
this red heart
black ink scrawling
impossible love
on a Tuesday
buried in the pages
of your least favorite book.
And in that hope
is buried a midnight
conversation in which
the phone rings
and your voice almost
remembered from a dream
recites the litany
and this time
this time
it will be different
just enough
to be different.
You smile at this, don't you?
I am like this letter
that I do not believe in.
All the same I write
I love you
hoping like you that one day
the rock will hang
suspended until something
like love pushes it
quite the other way.