In an old shoebox <br />hidden in the attic, <br />there rests among <br />my cherished things, <br />a Valentine <br />tied with ivory ribbon. <br />It was never sent. <br /> <br />The love it represents <br />is still as fresh <br />in my mind <br />as the scent of the roses <br />he brought me <br />every Wednesday, <br />just because it was <br />the day we first met. <br /> <br />So many miles and years <br />now lie between us. <br />The youthful he and I <br />have long since moved on, <br />and he'll never know <br />the regret I've felt <br />for what might have been <br />had I been free to love again. <br />The pain of that loss is <br />still fresh in my heart. <br /> <br />I’ll always love him. <br />I’ll always care. <br />He’s forever here <br />in my heart <br />and one more time <br />I wonder... <br />what might have been <br />had I put a stamp <br />on my Valentine <br />and dropped it in the box. <br /> <br />This Valentine’s Day, <br />as on so many others, <br />I send out this wish <br />from my heart to his: <br /> <br />“For what we had, <br />I wish you love.”<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-valentine-for-an-old-love/
