THE VALENTINE

 

The sweet flowers have dried

Parties over

Friends lingered back home

Away from you

The cake iced in nostalgia

 

Whom can you recall

Who hasn’t forgotten…

You?

 

Streets deluged with forgotten footsteps

Traced back to regressive erased

Promises turn their back

Vows cower sheepishly

In caved lights

 

Whom can you recall

Who hasn’t forgotten…

You?

 

And then when the clock can tick no more.

He whispers in your seeing ears…

 

“I am here…

I remember

Do you?

Remember

To be taken away by me?”

 

And you can’t but help be charmed

By his handsome majesty

 

“For love forgets

But Death remembers!”

 

You and me

Even if we don’t want to be

Together

We have to be

 

“The grave’s our prom

The graves our world”

The End

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