This Day....of all Days

If you spend your nights alone

Writhing in a bed, too comfortable

For one person

And eat dinner alone

On a table with four settings…

Valentine’s Day is a 24 hour

Exercise of loneliness and despair

If you spend your nights

Writhing in bed with someone

Who forgets to reach over

And touch you

And you eat your dinner alone

On a table with four settings,

Valentine’s Day is a 24 hour

Exercise of high expectation

And bottomless disappointment.  

If you spend your nights

Wrapped in a friction filled embrace,

And spend your dinners

On an embellished table

Set with glorious, blooming flowers…..

FUCK. YOU.