So February 14th comes around again and there is a love (or lust) frenzy going on. Buying flowers, cards, chocolates, perfume...all those nitty gritties that are meant to say how much you care (or lust). Sunday will be a really good day for some; the ones who are assured of getting their champagne chilled, served in some fancy restaurant with a menu all in french. never mind that you cannot read the menu, or that the champagne costs a month's salary. It's valentines day after all.

But what about the unlucky lot? The ones who will spend the night at home in front of the TV with a bowl of popcorn watching 'Gone with the Wind' on TCM, alone. or the ones whose mothers will suddenly take ill and they have to get out of town? The ones who will go to bed in Winnie the Pooh jammies coupled with thermo socks, alone. And wake up on monday morning a little disoriented as though they missed the parade, roll over in bed to find they are all, alone. how bad must it be on Valentine's day, the one day of the year that everyone acknowledges everybody ought to be with somebody else if you are all by yourself?

This is a tribute to those who find themselves alone on Valentine's day

love comes when it does
In its own time and place
Sneaks up on you with no fuss

love finds you when ain't looking
Embraces you when you stop seeking
Follows you when you stop hunting

let love come, it will.