Valentinešs Day

This year
Red was not the color of Valentine's Day
Not crimson,
Or scarlet
Instead, shades of magenta, purple and black color the day
More accurately depict the mood
They relate the story of the bruise
The bruise left on my heart
As I watched you walk away
Down the street
Stop and wave before descending that impossibly long escalator at the Q Street Metro.
Only the sight of your face again can alieviate the pain
A pain left as I watched you slip from my sight
And now I wait
Wait in rapt anticipation
Of celebrating everyday with you
Every day a new Valentinešs Day.

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All writing contained in this website Š 1998-2005 by Betty A. Parker