Valentine’s Day Poem by Nicholas Grass

It’s new to me
I’ve been looking for someone, a friend, who can come
Through to me
I’ve been moping around moodily
Saying that “they come and they go”
But that’s just crudely
Saying that I have no fun all alone

If I go home
All by myself
I think that condones
An act on itself
It’s as if I were in a play and the facts aren’t matters of Self,
To the forlorn
Or the heart-torn lonely souls that go onward in morn
It’s foreign for me to plea for them

Oh, to have their company again
A companionship ambient
To brighten me again
Because I’m in the dream again
Fleeing from my reason, “man,
Why can’t I write verbally again? ”
I used to freestyle
But now I’m bedraggled by what’s essentially at hand:
I need an easing of my mind from a friend
With whom I shall spend all of my time to lend

It doesn’t matter that this day is going to be special
Because I have no receptacle
For love
In this tin heart that’s made of metal

Have a happy Valentine’s Day, spending it with your lovers
While I’ll just slip away, to look for the half that is “my other”