These Three Words

One hour shy

of midnight 14th

forget-about-me

decade soaked promises

have evaporated slowly

into the heat

it is not

as half as

easy to let

these  feelings slide

like the chalk

at Birling Gap

accelerating fathoms deep

perhaps nobody would

notice a thing

the corporal equilibrium

would be maintained

8.2 billion people

would certainly remain

none the wiser

it might be

much easier to…

close my eyes

shut my mouth

plug my ears

switch me off

burn me down

let me go

run me over

tell the truth

spin right round

live new lives

bang a gong

get it wrong

leave you be

shoot me dead

swim out there

just move on

breathe or stop

all of this

but not today

but not today

but not today

because I am

still St Valentine

and I revere

these three words

As ever X