Pre-Valentine’s

It’s so odd; strolling into this feeling
With eyes open, heart beats normally.
Knowingly, it might be you.

It’s like February 13.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s.
But it’s still not mine, this time.

It contradicts; being certain with doubt.
Wanting to ask everything;
Stars, roses petal counting.

But nothing can answer
Better than me.
Yet, are we?

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