Miles separates us./
She’s in Davis County, but/
thinks I want to dance.

This is one of those/
romantic days you hope for,/
and it is garbage.

She requests nothing,/
so the Valentine she gets/
is heartache’s silence.

Her silence/
says she/
again went/
and fell for it./

She does every time./
I can only hope,/
4 her sake,/
this one is different./

Nope./
I won’t.
She likes/
persistence.

Happy Valentines/Day,
if I’m still invited/
to be yours truly.

Happy Valentines/
Day! No creativity/
to send. I’m too tired.

U read/
my poetry,/
and ask: ‘Who is this she?/
This muse inspiring words/
of rhyme’d wisdom,/
truth felt and heard,/
that come/
rising from/
a soul true?’/
She is U.

I cut a new hole/
in my dress black belt today./
I am the victor.

Call me when you are/
awake. Until then, I am/
with you in my dreams.

Praising me, she says/
I suck the marrow from life./
Missing her sucks, too.