The chocolate melted on the way home.
It does this every time,
as the pink box sits in the backseat
of the car, shining and vibrant.
You may have received the wonderful
embraces from your mother.
You may have read the card she gave you,
filled with words of pure love and inspiration.
The years pass your eye – twenty or more.
The romantic Valentine nowhere in sight.
A worried look appears on your face,
But then it fades like unexpected wind.
You may be older, sitting in a café
with a blank notebook on the table,
Pretending like you’ve been writing
For the past thirty minutes.
You haven’t though.
You’ve been staring at the girl with
Her hand slipped over another’s
You care for a moment, but then it evaporates.
So you just forget about it.
All of it.
Because best friends, mothers, and fathers
are our Valentines – even countless years from now.
Romantic love does not stand
alone in this world.
Love is always found in the smallest places –
on the tiny candy wrappers occupying the couch.
It is the blank screen before the movie starts
and the laughing at the bad jokes.
It is the knowledge that families
are the truest Valentines.