Valentines Day
St Valentines came
with no single rose
no declaration
of affection.
No bouquets,
no serenades
or scented letters,
large or small.
And when evening fell
I ate dinner for one
from a plastic pot,
cold.
The pudding was
vanilla ice,
no cake or cream
or chocolate slice
and I shed tears,
yes more than twice
for fear knocked at my
door.
Yes fear knocked hard
as I realised
that finally
I'd slipped my guise,
acknowledging
I wasn't loved,
I wasn't loved
at all.
poem by Ruth Walters
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