Wyrd Valentine

She was sharing

Flowers, baloons

Paper-made gifts, smiles,

All over school.

The sun was lighter, because of the cards.

She was thoughtful:

It was Valentine´s day; she had few people to regard

- One less than the year before.

She didn’t bother:

The feelings sang in choir
(Though all messed up) pointing to the cards

That she should write every day non-Valentine,

Until the day they die.
“Are you ok?” “I am fine, I am fine.”

Nina