It’s on days like this
that I think of you most:
the couples
arm in arm
holding each other up
giving each other hope
believing in something greater than themselves
something enduring,
sublime.

I see people happy
in each others’ care.
Partners of all sorts ready to dare
heartily coming together to share
their separate lives
as a pair.

I see these warm scenes
on these cold Valentine Days
and I think of you
and how you would so joyfully
shit all over it
and on days like this
I am glad that you’re gone.