Not for You
a heart-shaped world wrapped in ribbons and lace
but she sits alone in the quiet space
her hands rest empty, no cards, no sweets
just the echo of laughter in distant streets
red and pink paper drifts to the floor
cut-out hearts taped to the classroom door
she watches them trade their love in a line
her name never called—not even one time
her fingers trace the edge of her desk
a whisper of hope still clings to her chest
maybe they forgot, maybe one's late
maybe love comes if you just sit and wait
but the bell rings sharp, the day is done
they gather their gifts, arms heavy with fun
she walks home slow, the sky bruised blue
the wind carries whispers—not for you
she curls beneath blankets, blinking fast
but tears slip down like shadows cast
and though she tells herself it’s okay
her heart still aches for valentines day
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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