T’was the night before Valentine’s
And all through my heart,
My soul’s strings were stirring.
But where should I start?
There are women from long past
Who I once used to date.
Some slipped quietly away.
Others couldn’t wait.
Does one Muse stay around,
Perhaps alone, waiting
For me to change my life?
Hopefully anticipating?
I may not have heard from her
For a year or more.
But if I reached out again
Could it be as before?
Could we rekindle the love?
Could we reignite the flame?
Could we talk deep through the night?
Could we moonlight dance again?
Does she think of me
on this pre-romantic night?
Should I reach out to her
And hope things work out alright?
Or should I sup and dance
And laugh and spend time
With a new-found fan who asked:
“Will you be my Valentine?”
I’ll give her her due;
I’ll stick to our plan.
I mean, wouldn’t you?
Knowing “A bird in the hand … “?
Maybe next year I’ll be ready
For her to reappear.
Like the Cubs in October:
“There’s always next year!”
Or will
I still
be lonely?
We’ll see.