I never had a Valentine's Day
to remember the meaning of the
purpose of this fallen priest.
I never had the love that
it entitled unto to me on this
dark grim day.

I am not bitter about my doomed
fate of being always alone.
I do not cry for the sadness
that burns in my chest every
year this date comes around.

I smile at lovers holding each
other tight in each embrace.
I know deep down that at
least they have found some
peace in this broken world.

What is in a day that makes
people pluck the earth dry
of the red crimson rose?
What happens to the coco bean
that is drained to make the deserts?
I notice them when I cross
each store.

I notice the empty hollow day
in this very hollow holiday.
I remember my heart exploding
and giving her flowers that she loved.
Even thought I diluted myself
with women who were all to wrong
for me.

Another year and a little bit wiser
about being alone on a forsaken holiday

02/13/2004

Posted on 02/13/2004
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