I made charcoal from pine
and wrote to you
on the side of our rock in the forest
If you're quick, before the rains
you will read it
but I think you will be delayed
Perhaps, to avoid disappointment
I will wash it away myself
and you will be twice as happy
~ ~ ~
The Flower Shops
on Valentine's Day
make more money
than an online casino
but I like to buy you a bouquet
even though you left me ten years ago
for a man with better career prospects
who, ironically,
left you
six months later
for a woman
with better physical prospects
Today
I walk the streets
carrying your bunch
suffering the howls from motorists
the twitching net curtains
the CCTV cameras that crank to scan me
but I survive
and get to walk past my wheelie bin –
and in they go –
tarra then, valentine,
no hard feelings