Valentine Day Hope

Living on the boarder between
        Valentine Day and despair,
Looking back, then on ahead,
        always to find you there.
Back to those old memories    
        too fond for me to lose,
On to daily fantasies,
        too many from which to choose.
But here, still on the border,
        I hesitate, alone:
Do I live on memories
        that are not just my own,
Or do I turn against the wind
        and chart my course anew,
Do I trust those fantasies
        to lead me home to you?
Do I gamble what we had,
        that none can take from me,
Against a hope—that’s only that—
        that I can make you see
That the man I wasn’t yesterday
                has changed to who I am,
That you should look into my heart
        and forgive me, if you can…
That, in spite of what I’m not,
        I still can be your man?

A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.