Valentine's Day Poem by S.J. Goldner

A petite blonde gives her beau a lingering hug in the street;
she is leaving him and i can feel the bittersweetness of their parting.

An elder couple, hand-in-hand, wait to cross the avenue
that separates Acres Park from their home.

A man and his wife, push their baby in a stroller
beside sunlit grass, and wildflower meadows.

It makes my heart ache to see such beauty; to acknowledge that love
comes out of the woodwork to nail together a ship-wrecked society.

I have no desire to be them, but rather to watch them—
these lovers in the park on a Sunday afternoon—

and wonder about their lives: how they met, how they stay together,
how they work through sensitive life material.

These lovers in the park on a Sunday afternoon
stay adoringly young in each other's eyes,

trampling across my heart,
leaving tiny footstamps
like children's prints in the sand.