As the sun begins to gently sink into the horizon,
Valentine's day is coming to an end.
I ease my weary body on the couch and wonder
Why your lack of attention I still defend.
*
There were no fragrant flowers delivered,
No card that I could read.
Just the emptiness I feel
Like a wayward, unattended seed.
*
Excuses always made, you're busy, or forgot.
But is it too much to ask
For a simple "Happy Valentine's Day" mention.
It's not a difficult task.
*
Now the sun has finally set,
The darkness fills the sky.
Once again, I've slipped your mind,
As the tears now slip from my eyes.
*
Oh well, there's always next year.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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Comments (4)
AW! Such a beautifully sad poem. Just a simple 'happy valentine's day' with a smile cheers the heart. I agree. Happy belated V day to you Margaret.
Melancholic and reflective, this is beautiful, Margaret!!
Happy Valentine's Day! Other than my sister there was only one other that said this to me for I did post a Happy Valentine's Day Post to all friends and family and only 2 responded.
Happy Valentine's Day, Margaret! 🥰I hope I am not too late!