Not a Valentine's Day Poem February 14, 2019

Doing what I always do for the Day of Love Day . . . mock it a bit. I wrote this poem in 2o17 . . . for Valentine's Day. It's just a short poem about what probably are my three "loves" of my life. My only hope? None of them read it. That could be . . . interesting . . . more than likely not. Anyway, I know longer hate SVD. But I'm not all that in love with it either. {smiles}

Not a Valentine’s Day Poem

I chose not to write a Valentine poem,

but then decided, what the hell,

I might as well, since it is Valentine's Day.

In The Garage, standing in line to order

a Swiss and mushroom burger you kissed

me, hard. It felt like a passionate, drunk

Mac truck had just smashed into my lips.

I will not lie and say it was unpleasant

because you did taste like 1979, the last year

that our mouths said hello to each other.

And the other one, you know who you are,

the one that I bought a Teddy bear for

on the 12th of each month just to tell you

how thankful an oldie was to have you in his life.

You were nice until you weren’t anymore.

And then there was the one, the only one, really.

Blond hair, English accent, glasses

that partially hid the bluest eyes . . . 

I don't remember ever celebrating

Valentine's Day with you. Perhaps,

it was that every day seemed like

Valentine's Day when we were together.

So, writing a poem about ghosts

isn't the most romantic thing.

But when you have little left

except for memories? Well,

memories are better than nothing.

Happy Valentine’s Day

Woodie o2-14-17

(rewrites o2-13-19)