valentine
the dreamscapes you painted me are dressed
in blood-red rose petals
that smell like
Valentine’s day
Where you take me to sunlit woodlands
and pearl staircases
that lead to nowhere
How romantic
Where you take my heart just to leave it hollow
and let me swim alone in a
boundless sorrow
How romantic
Where you forget me and I see your life
in online posts and wedding invites
knowing I’ll never show up
How romantic
it’s Valentine’s day today, you know, and the dreamscape of you
is now but a melody made memory
and my life now all but static
because somehow the smell of you still beckons
How tragic—
—ally
romantic
Photo by Jojo Wana