fourtnight

Valentines...
came, went, gone.
not bitter, no not  bitter at all..
trivial, these things.
More pressing matters need to be addressed,
though one would welcome a state of playful undress.
not alone, no definitely not.

weeks pass,
my hair is as shabby as I feel,
and I feel... empty.

I'll welcome the mundane formalities of blue collar-ness existence
over sticking it out putting my ass on a plate and deal with people.

I'm on my way.
You might not be there in the end.
I wish and hope you could.