those after-Valentines valentines are mine
50% off tags lacing their shelves
forgotten, forlorn on Valentine's Day
alone with naught but our bittersweet selves
perhaps we're kindred, them and i
neglected by those with gleaming eyes
deserving love, yet more than that,
receiving only lost good-byes
and so i take some, quite intent
on eating away my V-day woes
fending off what I fear most
my heart's imagined or real life foes