Valentine’s Day

By Cathy Lee

 

You’re like a lullaby to me

So soft and pure

Like nothing is going to break us

Not if we hold on

 

Grasp,

Clasp me for as long as possible

This race of chasing time

I can’t win and neither can you

 

But we’ll try as much and as long as possible

Of course we will

Because together we can do it, can’t we?

That’s what they say

 

As long as your coffin lies by mine at the end of this

It means we’ve achieved something

Doesn’t it?

 

I really don’t want to get there

 

I wish to stay here in your wonderful presence

Where everything is youthful and exceptional

And something bittersweet

 

Light the cigarette and pass it to me

I really just like to feel it between my fingers,

Nothing much else

 

Sharing this something simple with you,

It’s all that matters

 

I’d prefer to be holding you though,

Simply by hand

Through fingers maybe even intertwined

 

Do you know what I mean?

Can you conceive it?

 

Because I can

It’s all that paints the walls of my mind

 

All consuming and surrounding

I guess there is no escape

But truly, I don’t mind

 

Just to breathe your air and engulf your presence

It’s like a summers day

The best day of your life

 

I want to spend with you

All days, from here and now.

 

No pressure

 

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Cunning Valentine

I like my songs low and sad,

Slow like how the wine swirls in the glass.

Deep and faintly fruity.

A representation of soul, or the attempt at having something close.

 

 

 

Falling fast,

With as little to no possible

time to think

Think, rethink and then overthink

Kill off the state of sanity with vanity.

 

 

 

Twisting, slipping away

While sipping from the glass.

Hiding behind it, hiding truth

 

 

 

Move closer and briefly touch me,

It’s never too much.

Clutch me like the glass,

Rely on it, rely on me

like this.

 

 

 

Hard love in this hard life.