Bridge

It's that time of the month

The month being the second one

When hearts ache and bleed

And old feelings are reckoned on

Remember in the first grade

The sheer number of valentine's

Received from one's classmates

Too young to know their own minds

Romance is no answer

And a candle can conquer dark

And in England a valentine

Is signed with a question mark

They're saying guess who

But also who knows

Those ambivalent Brits

Their soft lower lip shows...

So on Valentine's Day

This year I won't send you one

Time's healing the wound

Though the scar's still a nasty one

I'll just send you a postcard

Of a bridge we once crossed

Somewhat singed, it still stands

Even though out love's lost