Valentine's Season
by Michael Doyle

In a circular society, there are seasons
Some of these devoid of sensible reasons
As to why there is plenty or there is less
Love to be found, yet if I had to guess

It's more worth quietly learning to resign
And putting myself up a do not disturb sign
Let those who find it easy have their good turn
I'll put my attention to other things to learn

The silver moonlight is just another reminder
That once again, I did not and will not find her
The dream that I cannot seem to ever complete
Though looking around, the chances seem replete

I sit here reading with a cappuccino that I sip
Wondering at the why that my life is a trip
A beautiful journey in which love is not mine
It's to the point it seems it must be by design

Too often, loneliness feels like my human condition
And falling in love seems like self-sedition
As it does not seem to ever really be in style
In this age of anguish and constant denial

It feels like every time I have given love its try
The heart that brought a smile becomes a reason to cry
The only argument against these feelings is my daughters
In whom I find the happiness and joy of being their father

After a four-course dinner, they, too, leave me alone
It's the quiet moments like these I wish I was stone
I follow the shadows playing on my apartment wall
And I wish that there was someone that I could call

To tell them, how I know that it's my fault for all of this
So many efforts at being loveable, and yet I manage to miss
The secret that evades me as I look happily at my loving friends
I wonder what prayer I've failed to say, and on what love depends

(c) February 24, 2024   Michael Doyle
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