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.