Jinks

As I walk down the narrow tunnel In the solitude of Purgatory, I see paper hearts lining the wall, Like childrens' cut-outs, 'quite ordinary'. Each heart has a penned name on its face. I'm jolted seeing these memories---- Names of suitors I've known in the past, Fascinating romance and reveries. Their admiration fell on deaf ears, And I left each one with a broken heart. Promises given, in truth, I lied. These loves forgotten, I sought a new start. The last pink heart, I grabbed from the wall. I recall his face and his roguish winks, And the bike he rode to Adventure's call. By Gosh, this last card has the name of Jinks. Eight years ago, in February, You jumped on your Harley and sped away. Now I shout the words I'd failed to say, "Have fun Jinks. Happy Valentine Day."