Valentine's Day Poem

My Valentine

By Corey Jensen

She stands awkwardly, hand

Reaches out towards  a

Book.

I smile inside and ask,

What’s your book? I mean…

Name.

She steps back, quickly, hand

Empty.  Turns towards me and,

Walks.

I pretend to browse titles, thoughts

Clouded by her; she smells like

Paper.

Hidden, next to cheap-grade,

Fiction, sits awkwardly a

Book.

I smile inside, reach out,

And feel its smooth, soft

Cover.

She interlinks with my hand

An old, familiar match; my

Valentine.