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Christmas cards lay unopened
like a stack of newspapers that will become tinder
then fire, then ash.
I wonder when we will just throw them out
but it seems too symbolic
of something we can't yet name.
Valentine is a romantic notion
thread, buttons, hearts under pressure
sewn together, unraveling, mended, torn
and from love, this most delicate of emotions,
Hallmark makes a killing.
Ah, but friendship is in the air today
falling like heart petals
blanketing the injured sea with a transfusion of blood red.
I sat for a moment among them
casting off glances at the unexpected
trolling for sharks.
Best go now
before I catch one.
(I am a melancholy personality and my own worst enemy. I tend to look backwards, and forwards, and have a hard time simply being in the moment. I duck my head, waiting for the anvil to drop, yet also knowing I am an anvil. Sometimes friendship can only be received in small doses. Given too much time, I might find something to ruin it with!)