The stores are filled with crimson red,

With chocolates and teddy bears

The roses fill my heart with dread

For there’s no part of me that cares

 –

They took a day of every year

To celebrate their love

I’m glad for them, let me be clear

But don’t they have enough?

They have their anniversary

They have their weekly dates

They photograph each memory

We get it,

You’re the very best of mates.

 –

Like we needed something annual

To celebrate my singleness

Last year I got this manual

For being single less?!

What’s that about, I am just fine?!

I don’t need a stinking date

But in case you have the 14^th free

Could I pick you up at 8?

~j.d.schofield