February 14th

A Poem by Andrea

Happy Valentines Day (rolls eyes)

A Valentine is not to be praised.
It's been the same for the last twenty years.
Laughing children, smiling teens, lust filled adults.
Passing out Candy Hearts asking those you adore "Be Mine".
I never did receive a heart back that clearly read "I'm Yours";
just a chocolate kiss or a paper card.
A Valentine is pointless to me,
for you are so much more than that:
you are my February 14th.
you are my every day,
of ever year,
of every century that is to come.
You are the moment that stops time completely
and you are the thrilling ticking of the clock.
That is only part of who you are,
for you are everything to me:
The stars in the sky,
footprints in the sand,
flowers drifting in the wind.
If it is not you,
it is but a memoir of who you are.
If only the desire of what I am to you,
was never held within my heart.
I know now just what I represent in your life.
I am a lonely night at home.
I'm alone,
while you are off somewhere I will never be.
I am a fireplace with no wood to burn.
I am an aging woman
wondering just where the time has gone.
I am the lack of a bouquet of roses,
sitting on my doorstep,
on this dreaded hallmark holiday.