flying balsa wood planes
in the park
with the man
i was engaged to
i was going to spend the rest of my life
getting an expensive long-coveted gift
of white wing tip doc martins
from the man
who was about to leave me
as i had left him
for someone else
that is the last valentine’s day
i can remember
i remember the best
& i remember the worst that followed it
guess what i was doing for valentines? i wasn’t crying all day, i promise. i did try & try to remember any other valentine’s day. i dated someone for two years after this relationship mentioned here. then i married someone & spent several valentine’s days with him. then i married someone else & spent more than a decade of valentine’s days with him.
in my defense, none of the guys who followed the best & the worst valentine of mine, none of those guys were very good at being sweet to me.
the last guy to be sweet to me gave me a pair of white doc martin wing tips & then broke my heart.
no matter how many valentines i make & give to people, i cannot quite heal that wound.