Valentine

February 12, 2014

Valentine

Lost among the daily mail
a simple note
that reads
“I love you,”
inscribed on a simple paper heart
in cursive script.

Of course such a thing
makes one’s pulse race.
Who wrote it?
Who could it be?
Is it really for me?
Could this be a mistake?
Or a recipe for heartache?

To discover a secret lover
one must go to great lengths
of observation.
Wondering,
puzzling,
fretting and thinking.
Dreaming.

I know who I want it to be,
and I wonder:
if I return the favor
write a similar note for
them to find…

And so I do.

And when I see the surprised
delight at receiving such a note,
and they instantly look around to see
who could it be
I let them see
me.

But only for an instant
and the briefest of smiles
and dash back to my place
remembering the look
on that face
and smiling
so hard.

And then
the waited-for knock
and the breathless “hello”
and the blush that starts
at the roots of my hair
and goes all the way
to my toes.

But maybe something new
can begin.

Maybe something warm and deep
and full of passion
and pain
and love
and joy
is right behind
those
eyes.