She Cries On Valentine’s Day
She takes a week off work
whenever it approaches.
Time for the build up
and the departure.
It’s the closest thing to insanity
that she’s ever known.
She builds up her strength
every day of the year,
preparing herself once again
for that inevitable day.
© Paul Tristram 2010
She Shadowed Herself With Regret
She sat upon a wooden park bench
in the bright June sunshine.
The brim of her hat
covering her eyes.
A dandelion seed
zigzagged across her lap,
she grasped it eagerly
with a hand attached
to her wrist,
as white as the neck of a swan.
Smiled and regressed child ward
thinking ‘I should make a wish!’
Something stirred within her
she cast the thing away
like something horrid
’Wishes break your heart!’
she muttered to herself
as she rose and walked away.
© Paul Tristram 2010
“”Wishes break your heart.” Ah, yes. Stunning.
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