Valentine’s day, a cuddly toy,
A box of chocolates, a bunch of flowers,
A card, a night out at the cinema,
A bottle of wine.
The cuddly toys haunt me,
They gather dust and stare at me,
From each corner of the room,
Cute fluffy regrets.
The chocolate has all been eaten,
The flowers are dead,
The cards have been discarded,
The movie has been watched too many times,
The men have left the building,
And the wine has left me with a hangover that won’t lift.
I operate a no bear policy, now.