there is valentine debris
all over new york city.
deflated heart balloons
chocolate candy wrappers
red lipstick stains
crumbled candies
leaving only part messages:
...forever...
I'm...
...you
sweet...
my...
All of this for life's wanderers
passing through a day too late.
We pick up the leftovers
for this celebration
that excludes
anything that doesn't come in Twos.
I would like a day for love
that opens to the
stragglers
vagabonds...
traveling souls
who are lost from
"Forever"
"I'm Yours"
"Be Mine."
Come taste a bite of my chocolate
shaded with dark /almond /raspberry/
"I don't know"
"maybe..."
"sometime?"
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