Valentine I Poem by Yvonne Iversen

Gifts,
wrapped in red paper.
Red roses,
satin hearts.
Chocolates
and promises you can't keep.
Kisses
and embraces.
Lovely dinners,
beef and wine.
Poetry
and trips to Paris.

I turn my back.
A gust of wind
sends chills down my spine.
I throw up,
laughing hysterically.
Wondering.
Where are the unspoken words of truth?
Questioning a stupid tradition.
Heartbroken lovers crying,
shameful.
Making me laugh.
What pity.