S'pose.
Might as well
do the whole Valentine thing
as the world
( under the rooftops oiled by the moon)
has gone love crazy .
Hearts,
chocolates
cupcakes
and pink paper hearts floating
in every shop I visit.
What of the lonesome journals though?
I thought about that
as I drove home
from work today.
The ones trapped in loveless marriages...
( I can think of one where someone is staying till death do them part)
but there is no love...)
* Note number 20 :: why does he stay?
No pink floating hearts there,
only words that wound,
daily.
What of they
who are not with the ones
they should be with?
When will the Karma kick in?
I can't help but imagine.
The echoes of lost love.
Promises made.
Guitar strings picking
late in the night.
Country songs,
written for lost love.
For everything your hands, ever touched.
Funny, funny Valentines.
Drinking
White wine
Listening to
Kina Grannis
Loving
Love and days that celebrate it
Reading
Pablo Neruda love sonnets
Eating
Nothing, but wishing I was
Dreaming
Of all that should have been
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