Bread and Wine Valentine

Now they’ve all gone off to die
the whole street falls back to sleep
dreaming of a small memorial park
wouldn’t one be perfect right
over there a street can snore
how much more drivel the world
must have in store till we get
to the good parts like the time
you spoke with amazement
about something I’d done for you
I forget what it was now there
have been so many but I’ve never
let go of the look on your face
at that moment of surprise
the catch in your voice