Selfish Rusty

It was the day before
Valentine's Day.
Rusty called me up.
She said, 
"I wrote you a poem."
I said,
"Great, read it to me."
She said,
"Not now."
Valentine's Day
came and went 
and still
there was no poem.
I called Rusty up 
and said,
"What happened?"
She said,
"I decided to keep it for myself."