Pink-red V-day thoughts

I lived through Valentine’s Day

With all those pink-red thoughts

Oscillating, romantic hallucinations

Numerous reiterations of intangible gestations

None sent my way

I was not seeking

Was not sought

No card, no chocolates

No dinner or diamonds, nothing bought

No, not even the thought

Though twisting in my ears

Never brewed, there wasn’t a potion

Subsiding into stillness

A Titanic notion

Sinking silently

Yet beating like a thing

Sunk into my chest

Found not for naught

Near the gooey center

Of the heart I brought