I know you love me
because you left this grieving heart
the last crumpet.
Again.
.
.
.
But if you’re reading, darlin’
I wish you’d worn your kilt today.
It wasn’t much to ask, was it?
Just sayin’.
poem- card store holidays February 14, 2014
Florists
and card stores
declare a forced affair:
“Purchase a card and dozen roses
or your affections are suspect!”
I prefer
memories carved
each morning from
all the days before
in a collection of kisses
stretching back through
years of anniversaries
Memories of Mister and Missus.
(Though notes are nice,
and I like roses, on sale).
Shawn L. Bird 