Valentines Day Journey
It’s been thirteen days, two hours, forty-seven minutes since Michael left – crossing Mountains, through steep valleys and over rivers to visit the girl he loves.
It’s been thirteen days, two hours, forty-seven minutes since Michael left – crossing Mountains, through steep valleys and over rivers to visit the girl he loves.
He grabbed her hand and kissed the top of her head.
“It’s always been that way.”
See said scared of what she might reveal
“Well when you guys were dating, we dated in school…”
“So he cheated?”
They broke my parent’s throat, because their boy was about to turn 10 and he needed a wife. I’ll learn how to love him despite the memories-just like my mother in law. After all, it is a Gypsy tradition.
They became friends. He loved her, and sometimes she loved him too. A conversation of what’s supposed to be about love turned into a discussion. Pride spoke for them and the phrase died on her lips. As he walks away, she turns to touch his hand and they kiss again. She shed a tear that ended in between their lips.
Valentine’s day is just another day
Another day to read “Good morning babe. I love you with all my heart.”
On a sticky note
Stuck to the refrigerator door
Another day to receive a kiss on my forehead after every hug
Another day to receive my daily dose of chocolate
That I can’t live without
Another day to have my side tickled as we lay on the couch
My head resting on his shoulder
Letting all my stresses disappear
Valentine’s Day is just another day
To laugh at his stupid jokes
To smile until my face hurts
To hug him and contemplate
Never letting go
Valentine’s Day is just another day
To wonder how I became so lucky
To wish that forever really meant forever
To live every moment with him to the fullest
Valentine’s Day is just another day
To follow our everyday routine
Loving each other unconditionally
Like every day is Valentine’s Day
I’ve got the blood caked beneath my fingernails to prove it
Do you? :(
We got laughter
Strewn across July linen
On a hot afternoon
In an empty room
With sweat and the beat of a raggedy window fan :)