Alone

Here I am again, alone at home,

Music playing, feeding my soul.

Valentine’s Day returns once more.

The stores are crowded with men

buying balloons and flowers

as if love only blooms once a year.

They stand in line for hours.

Every year, it amuses me more

to watch this quiet parade.

I read it in their faces...

the rush to impress,

flowers pressed to their chests.