Star Crossed Cell Phones

or
1152 minutes of October

Two cell phones, both alike in dignity,
In fair New York, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new minute plans,
Where pcs to pcs makes civil calls uncharged.
From forth the long-winded chats of these two loves,
A pair of star-cross'd phones take their time;
Whose rambling and syllabled overthinking
Do with their merger bury their wallets' strife.
The merciful passage of their profit-mark'd fees,
And the continuance of their estranged providers,
Which, but their land lines' end, nought could remove,
Is now the twenty hours' traffic of our stage;
The signal strength if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.