No Valentine for me this year, again
But I’ve not been looking. I thought I might
After last year’s Spanish holiday, when
I felt the lack of someone at those sights
Most people share with someone, with that sleight
Of hand-holding they do at such times, thus
Rubbing in others’ loneliness. The fight
Against expectations is then hardest
Then and now, and also every Christmas
But these are small prices to pay to gain
And keep my precious freedom flame alight
The only way to prepare for success
Or happiness, dream carpet that women
Often seem to tread on heavy, not light
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