Valentine's Eve, Friday The 13th Poem by Chen-ou Liu
Valentine's Eve, Friday The 13th
To me, love itself is but a memory. A heartbroken man is not just someone who has lost his love; he is someone who can't find another, who no longer knows what real love means. A heartbroken man re-invents love with what's left of it each time.
after sending her
one poem after another
I win a key
and a glass shelf
in her medicine cabinet
Friday, February 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: valentines day
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