Valentines Day
Back and forth, back and forth,
She paces, waiting for him.
It's their third date, and he's not here,
Even though the movie began an hour ago.
Her mind works furiously,
Where is he?
Why is he standing her up?
And on Valentine's Day too?
Is it her hair?
Her smile?
Her laugh?
Does he even care,
She spent three hours getting ready?
Her make up took too long,
So many freckles to cover up.
Tears drip down her cheeks
As the boy on the screen kisses the girl.
So much for true love
In the shape of a green-eyed boy
With a scar on his forehead.
Despondent, she leaves,
Shoulders drooping.
The weight of the world
Seems to rest on her shoulders,
And she doesn't see him until it's too late.
He helps her up,
Apologises for his clumsiness,
And the lateness of the hour.
Shyly,
He produces a bouquet of golden and red roses,
He was trying to get them to match her hair.
She smiles.
Maybe there's hope for true love afterall.
