st. valentine’s eve

cold feet

wet hair

evening alone

with knitting and the dog

very alone i feel

wondering why

red rose sits on the table

present from daddy

people are busy

just so happens

i am not

tomorrow evening

st. valentine’s day

i choose again to spend alone

just me and my fancies

and homework

and goblins and ghosts

cold feet

cold hands

st. valentine’s eve

alone