One of the regular readings/open mic's I attend at The Writer's Place is tonight. This month, the event has been named Valentine's Hangover. When I began to think about what I might read during the open mic segment, I decided I should write something new with the same name as the event. Here is my version of a
Valentine's Hangover
Hearts that
once held
center stage
sit in
shopping carts
marked with
50 percent
off signs.
Greeting cards
purchased in
anticipation of
reciprocation
lie in
the trash
without
a mate.
Leftovers
from a
romantic
dinner
sit in
the 'frig
likely to
go to waste.
The weight of
"might have been"
or
"used to be"
bears down now
but is carried
year round.