Old Words, Love and Burger Boxes

A sad Valentine’s poem.


This year was different
or was it me?

same Trafalgar crowds

puff-chested gluttons

different air
full of afterthoughts
I could almost touch
fluttering away
like rusting leaves
on winter’s breath

I waited
on our bench
dark cold
stark old

lovers kissed shyly
birds squawked
she laughed
eyes wide
flushed cheeks

Valentine’s heart pounding
in a fledgling chest

I wondered if she were me
willing me to remember
hugging him close

I longed
to melt inside her happiness

old words, love and burger-boxes
where do they go?

About ShirleyB

I was born with the muse in me. Sometimes I wish it would go away but it won't, so, good, bad or ugly it will escape intermittently.
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