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A woman is alone on Valentine's Day with only her husband's ghost. |
| I sit Alone. The white curtains blow softly. There is no breeze. The candles glow with a false sad sureal light. I sit. Alone. Valentine's Day? If he were here, it would be. If he were here, the sun would shine The birds would sing. I would be alive. He would kiss me the way he used to... And I would be whole. My husband is dead. There is no Valentine's day For me. I sit. Alone. On the day of love. But I am not alone. He is with me Drawing The candlelight. He was An artist. Tears well up In my eye. Valentine's day In the candle light. |