All has left, and then he appears.
Blanketing everything,
as the rain comes down,
sitting there thinking.
So much regret, wonders, why?
why didn’t I express love,
why didn’t I say something?

All alone sitting there,
in the rain, next to her.
All alone,
staring at the cold, yet love wording.
Now it’s too late to say I love you,
too late to hold her,
to late to kiss her.

Sitting here,
holding only these flowers in my hand,
I place my fingers on it,
and run it across those words.
Not one knew his love,
so no one could stand by him.
All alone he sits there in the rain,
but no one knows.

He puts the flowers down,
and places his hand in his pocket
and pulls out something.
Looking at it,
he starts to remember all those sweet memories.
Places it down and kisses the top.
Stands up, and starts to walk away, but stops.
Turns and whispers “ Happy Valentines Day, Love. ”

He walks away,
standing on the edge,
thinking about ending it all,
joining his love, forever.
But he sees her,
and she asks him why;
why does he want to destroy all those memories?
Telling him to keep her alive,
in his heart and thoughts.

And she turns and whispers
“ Happy Valentines Day, Love. ”