Valentine Feast Poem by Ravi Kopra

Sit. Feast on your life.
-Derek Walcott

I wanted you to be my valentine
instead you want to go out with your ex

Well, keep the roses, chocolates
and the red chiffon dress that you so much wanted
in case he's a cheapo and cannot afford them

I am searching my shelves for your love letters
and shredding them down into pieces
I am tearing your night gown into shreds
and your house slippers, yes, your house slippers
I am packing them on your face in the frame of your photo
and dumping them into the garbage bin for pick up tomorrow.

I will sit down and feast on my life, now.