You are the cure for my blues. When I start to cry, I just pickup the phone and pretend I am talking to you. I don't hear your voice, but I can remember what it sounds like. Like a broken record, you tell me over and over that you "love me like cream and sugar."
It's not Valentine's Day
It isn't Valentine's Day and my heart dropped to my feet and no one gave me flowers today. I can't wait another 9 months for you to be reminded that you should be nice to the one you love. I don't like chocolate, but that is no reason for you to forget about me. I look through my drawers hoping to find an old ca,rd that you have signed "love from you-know-who." Knowing it isn't you, I pretend it is. I slip it under your pillow to make it smell like you. I text myself, "<3." You would never do that. So I wait, avoiding card shops and florists, candy shops and candles until February 14...
... or I'll pretend It is today.