Will anyone give me valentines? No, my friend, they won’t,
for the ones who might are absent and the ones around me don’t.
I haven’t romance in my life near enough to kiss
unless there’s someone close at hand I’ve been inclined to miss.
I know the famous day is here. The streets are lined with flowers,
balloons and underpants with hearts and teddy bears in towers.
Cups with hearts and arrows. Chocolates tied in bows.
Who all these gifts will go to, heaven only knows.
I’m sure that none are meant for me, for I don’t have a honey
who knows how to buy anything with credit card or money.
Yes, he sleeps with me at night and gives me lots of kisses,
but holidays and gifts and flowers are all things that he disses.
So I’ll be satisfied with gifts not found in any mall—
like how he pees outside now, and comes running when I call.
For more poems about hearts, go to dversepoets HERE.
The prompt today was expectation.