Valentines sent, not sent, received, not received.
No longer Lupercalia, warding off evil spirits.
The Valentine who signed one love letter
“from your Valentine” or Saint of Terni,
secretly marrying couples sparing husbands from war?
All forgotten in the cards, flowers, chocolates
and dinner dates. Dinner over, chocolates eaten,
flowers fading, cards read and already recycled.
Just another Thursday, and hopefully their love
needs no holiday to still be real.
Writing the Day 