It's nearly Valentine's again,
once again I'm all alone.
My 'favorite' time of year again,
alone's the only way I've known.
It's about that time of year again,
'a rose, my love,' I'd say,
but there's something lodged inside my throat,
and it's harder to breathe each day.
It seems like Winter saved the rain
for me, it bore no snow,
just rain on this fair fourteenth,
a reminder of what I let go.
I got my wish,
now i know how it feels
that stabbing pain of
being head over heels
when February comes rolling by,
and roses are all I can see,
as I try to forget that I loved and lost,
because love has forgotten me.
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