I googled "Love" for St. Valentine's.
Your name appeared six million times.

I used to say "Here I am, Lord",
and now, I say "where am I, Lord?"

What's a word without a meaning to live for?

                        That note
                   you left behind
             that got thrown away
   by that friend of the forgotten boy
            while cleaning his room.

                  Is that really how
                    you want to be
                     remembered?

The bitter cold
nips at my neck
but I linger outside
if only to get a whiff of
the smoky smell
of firewood burning
that makes me nostaglic
for winter days.