Bright, rinsed blue sky
just perfect, to reflect the red and pink
of hearts
Hearts on cards,
on chocolates,
on balloons
All I see is a dark tunnel,
with yellow light from failing bulbs
shadows hissing at the edge of my sight
Shadows with those hearts,
shrouded in a torn veil,
left fluttering in the cold winter wind
I remember the heart of chocolate
he gave to me
The memory a trap set to go off only
on the fourteenth of February
So leave me be, in my shadows,
with the hidden hearts
and torn veils where dreams linger
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